For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
Life's uncertain voyage.