If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.

Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I were but little happy if I could say how much.

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

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

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.