Instead of saying as the epicure, let us eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die; or on the other hand, murmuring against the appointments of God, and indulging our vain objections; let us seek for a lively hope, a submissive will, and a contented mind

A rogue, a very caner I, sir, one that maunds upon the pad.

He chose to disbelieve the bad news as inconceivable.

Clown: … You would know where Lord Anthonie is? I perceiue you. Shall I ſay he is in yond farme houſe? I deceiue you. Shall I tell you this wine is for him? the gods forfend, and ſo I end. Go fellow fighters theres a bob for ye.