A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.
Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness.
To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!
Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph.