I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.
They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
Ay, is it not a language I speak?
Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.
For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.