If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.

To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.

Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.

Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.

Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.

O how wretched is that poor man that hangs on princes favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, that sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, more pangs and fears than wars or women have, and when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, never to hope again.