So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!

What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.