I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.

There is nothing but roguery to be found in villainous men.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.