Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within.
Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!
Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might. Whoever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight.
Speak on, but be not over-tedious.
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.