Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.

What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.

Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.