thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
He hath disgrac’d me and hind’red me half a million; laugh’d at my losses, mock’d at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what’s his reason? I am a Jew.
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At out quaint spirits.
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
We are arrant knaves all, believe none of us.
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night…
Live by the words of intelligence endured..F@&$ IT!
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
Think’st thou that duty shall have dread to speak when power to flattery bows?
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words,
Remembers me of his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form