As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

I'll note you in my book of memory.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting