The world must be peopled!
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
God defend the right.
Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.
'Tis pride that pulls the country down.