1 Would I might But ever see that man.
2 There would this monster make a man.
3 Any strange beast there makes a man.
4 None, man, all idle: whores and knaves.
5 I have no ambition To see a goodlier man.
6 Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
7 Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough.
8 I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man.
9 Here shall I die ashore--This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral.
10 Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself, for all is but fortune.
11 --Holy Gonzalo, honorable man, Mine eyes, e'en sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.
12 Here thought they to have done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Whose vows are that no bed-right shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted--but in vain.
13 My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wrack of all my friends, nor this man's threats To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid.