Which means she to deceive, father or mother?
Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.
But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.