Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.
This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.
My life, my joy, my food, my ail the world!
Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.
Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.