You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
Great griefs medicine the less.
As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.
God shall be my hope, my stay, my guide and lantern to my feet.
We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.