Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.
His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity
Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.
...and then, in dreaming, / The clouds methought would open and show riches / Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked / I cried to dream again.