He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.

Presume not that I am the thing I was.

I see a man's life is a tedious one.

We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.

Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.

Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.

I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.