Give me mine angle, we'll to th' river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I'll think them every one an Antony, And say, 'Ah, ha! are caught!'
As good luck would have it.
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
To some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies.
Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.
The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.