Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
. . from this moment The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. And even now, To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done.
The devil knew what he did when he made men politic; he crossed himself by it.
This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs.
What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?