Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.