Give it an understanding, but no tongue.

Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.

I am wrapped in dismal thinking.

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.

We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.

Is not the truth the truth?

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.