Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.
Who is here so vile that will not love his country?
Ay, is it not a language I speak?
...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.