Thou lump of foul deformity!
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
[S]ince brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.