One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.

Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.

Refrain to-night; And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence, the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either master the devil or throw him out With wondrous potency.

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not the soldier's which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!