Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.

Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.