When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
There's many a man hath more hair than wit.
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.
Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.
The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.