Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.

I may command where I adore.

But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.

My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.

It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost. ’Tis too cold a companion: away with ’t!

The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.