I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)

I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.