In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.
I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
thou art the best o' the cut-throats
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.
They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.