When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.
Highly fed and lowly taught.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .
By that sin fell the angels.
Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
How my achievements mock me!