āWhat is the city but the people?ā
āGet thee to a nunnery.ā
āWolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.ā
āWhat, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.ā
āI am not bound to please thee with my answer.ā
āAway, 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!ā
āA right rule for a club would be,-Admit no man whose presence excludes any one topic.ā
āLive, let live, and help liveā
āIn the Greek cities, it was reckoned profane, that any person should pretend a property in a work of art, which belonged to all who could behold it.ā