I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.

Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.

The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.

My master hath been an honorable gentleman; tricks he hath had in him which gentlemen have.

To you your father should be as a god.

Fill all thy bones with aches.