Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
The earth, that is nature's mother, is her tomb.
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.
O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.
As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.