“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!”

“To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone.”

“We are not ourselves When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind To suffer with the body.”

“The imagination and the senses cannot be gratified at the same time.”