Thy friendship makes us fresh.
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England.
Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.
Come not within the measure of my wrath.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.