Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?
Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.
Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.
Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.