That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water
Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.
I have bought golden opinions from all sorts of people.
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.