You kiss by th' book.
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind.
Security is the chief enemy of mortals.
Headstrong liberty is lashed with woe.
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!