“On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.”
“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!”
“Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.”
“The human bird shall take his first flight, filling the world with amazement, all writings with his fame, and bringing eternal glory to the nest whence he sprang.”
“once you have tasted the taste of sky, you will forever look up”