My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground

Nay, do not think I flatter. For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast but thy good spirits To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered?

For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

I have lived long enough. My way of life is to fall into the sere, the yellow leaf, and that which should accompany old age, as honor, love, obedience, troops of friends I must not look to have.

The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.