A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Love laughs at locksmiths.
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".
Barnes are blessings.
Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.