“Get thee to a nunnery.”

“Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.”

“What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.”

“I am not bound to please thee with my answer.”

“Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!”

“Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.”

“All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.”

“Let the stoics say what they please, we do not eat for the good of living, but because the meat is savory and the appetite is keen.”