Leave us to our free election.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

It is the cowish terror of his spirit that dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs which tie him to an answer.

A man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.... If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be, to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.

The rest, is silence.

Adieu, adieu, adieu! remember me.