The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
My business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
What a pretty thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaves off his wit!
For you and I are past our dancing days.
To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!