As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue
When the age is in, the wit is out
Out, you tallow-face! You baggage!
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
thou art the best o' the cut-throats