Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, more longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, than women's are.

Who is so firm that can't be seduced?

The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.