“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!”

“They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?”

“Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation.”

“Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?”