[…] and at this his first entrance on the world he found, as he himself said, no choice but to be a hackney writer or a hackney coachman.

The first he coped with was their captain, whom / His sword sent headless to seek out a tomb. / This cowarded the valour of the rest, […]

Mr. Sheriff, I desire that this manacling may be forborn: if you please to clap a guard of a hundred men upon us, I shall pay for it. This is not only a disgrace to me, but in general to all soldiers; which doth more trouble me than the loss of my life.

We would spit in the food of difficult customers and give the royal treatment to those who treated us with respect. I could never comprehend how a patron could treat somebody they entrusted with their food with anything but the utmost of esteem...