Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.

What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?

We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.

Be not too tame neither, but let your own Discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.