Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest that wear most of it: so are those crisped snaky golden locks which make such wanton gambols with the wind upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulchre.

Tis a cruelty to load a fallen man.

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.

I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.

Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.

O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania