It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed-Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.

Put money in thy purse.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.