“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!”

“He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache”

“I am not prone to weeping as our sex commonly are; the want of which vain dew perchance shall dry your pities;but I have that honorable grief lodged here which burns worse than tears drown.”

“There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently”