“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!”

“Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.”

“Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.”

“For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.”