I praise God for you, sir: your reasons at dinner have been sharp and sententious; pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, audacious without impudency, learned without opinion, and strange with-out heresy.

To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.

Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.

In sooth I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me, you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn.

What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.