Tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.