“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!”

“The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.”

“A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life.”

“Everyone threw the blame on me ... they nearly always do. I suppose ... they think I shall be able to bear it best.”