Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

Receive what cheer you may. The night is long that never finds the day.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.

But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer.

You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!