Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
T'is true: there's magic in the web of it.
And send him many years of sunshine days!
Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!
I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.
The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.