He that has a house to put's head in has a good head-piece.
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.