Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee

Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!

Let the end try the man.

But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offenses as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.