O father Abram, what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others!

Discuss unto me: art thou officer, Or art thou base, common, and popular?

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.

This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions; these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.

Let life be short, else shame will be too long.