Done to death by slanderous tongue
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
There is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man's commendation with woman than report of valor.
You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.