Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
Speak low, if you speak love.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.
Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!
what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes