“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!”

“So foul and fair a day I have not seen.”

“Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.”

“The smoothest curled courtier in the boudoirs of a palace has an animal nature, rude and aboriginal as a white bear.”