Such antics do not amount to a man.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
Like madness, is the glory of this life.
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once: how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It might be the pate of a politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God, might it not?
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Pastime passing excellent, if it he husbanded with modesty.