This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.

Lend less than you owe.

There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.

A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.