Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.

Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands. Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot is featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Ariel's song, scene II, Act I

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.

If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.