Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.

For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

While he was drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed.

I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.

Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness, serious vanity, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health, Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.