I am not in the giving vein today.
I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.