For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.
Lovers ever run before the clock
What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.
When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will