A flock of blessings light upon thy back
If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!
Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.