Society is no comfort, to one not sociable.
Gently to hear, kindly to judge.
Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.
Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.
Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.