Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

Despair and die. The ghosts

For she had eyes and chose me.

Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.

I'll teach you differences.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!