By innocence I swear, and by my youth, I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, And that no woman has, nor never none Shall mistress be of it save I alone.
Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.
Let every man be master of his time.
Ingratitude is monstrous.
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.