“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!”

“Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court.”

“If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.”

“A nation, like a tree, does not thrive well till it is engraffed with a foreign stock.”