"What, have I 'scaped love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for your mouth?"

"Assume a virtue, if you have it not."

"I am not in the giving vein today."

"The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together."

"Away, you starvelling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish!"