O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!

No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.

Read o'er this And after, this, and then to breakfast with What appetite you have.

It is not night when I do see your face.

What should we speak of When we are old as you? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December? how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away?

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!