Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.

A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?

When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will

So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.

This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.

I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.

Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod.