[T]hey express sweetly enough some natural sentiments,—and what more would you have in a song? You have had far more in some songs to which we have given the go-by […]

I think he's a very pleasant fellow, and I'm sure he's a rising man.

The old man is severe; he's inclined to be fireworky. Don't like to be answered. I thought he was going to hit me the other day.

Ang. Belieue me on mine Honor, My words expreſſe my purpoſe. Iſa. Ha? Little honor, to be much beleeu'd, And moſt pernitious purpoſe: Seeming, ſeeming. I will proclaime thee Angelo, looke for't.