Wisely, I say, I am a bachelor.
I would give all of my fame for a pot of ale and safety.
... And death unloads thee.
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.
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next