How Low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak:
How Low am I? I am not yet so Low
But that my Nails can reach unto thine Eyes

“I have supped full with horrors.”

“Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.”

“But if it be a sin to covet honour,I am the most offending soul alive.”

“False face must hide what the false heart doth know.”