Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.

Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

Thus may poor fools Belive false teachers.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.

Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.