Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn
Remuneration! O! That's the Latin word for three farthings
How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!
More can I bear than you dare execute.
Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon