“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!”

“This thing of darkness I acknowlege mine. There is nothing more confining than the prison we don't know we are in.”

“In my mind I'm a blind man doin' time.”

“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”