To sue to live, I find I seek to die; And, seeking death, find life: let it come on.
I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.
Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.
Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.
Men have marble, women waxen, minds.