“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 whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.”

“Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed and hocus pocus, try to focus but I can't see.”

“While I'm dreaming, Wake up screaming, Cuz I can hear them suckas scheming.”