I love thee, and it is my love that speaks
Have patience, and endure
What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?
Plenty and peace breed cowards; hardness ever of hardiness is mother.
Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France
Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.