Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.
Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.
You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.
Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.