Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
Bait the hook well. This fish will bite.
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.
These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.