Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.

Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.

The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this?

It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer.

That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.