I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

I'll teach you differences.

Which means she to deceive, father or mother?

Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.

Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.