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.

[…] 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, […]

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...