Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away; go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant can trickle when she wounds!
Who can control his fate?
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.