Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Haste is needful in a desperate case.
Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.