True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

God defend the right.

Come not within the measure of my wrath.

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down

All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.