"What makes all doctrines plain and clear? About two hundred pounds a year. And that which was prov'd true before Prove false again? Two hundred more."

"Still amorous and fond and billing, Like Philip and Mary on a shilling."

"As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon 't."

"But Hudibras gave him a twitch As quick as lightning in the breech, Just in the place where honour's lodg'd, As wise philosophers have judg'd; Because a kick in that part more Hurts honour than deep wounds before."

"There 's but the twinkling of a star Between a man of peace and war."

"To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd, And count their chickens ere they're hatch'd."

"Each window like a pill'ry appears, With heads thrust thro' nail'd by the ears."

"He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no."

"Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated as to cheat."

"As the ancients Say wisely, have a care o' th' main chance, And look before you ere you leap; For as you sow, ye are like to reap."

"He that imposes an oath makes it, Not he that for convenience takes it; Then how can any man be said To break an oath he never made?"

"Why should not conscience have vacation As well as other courts o' th' nation?"

"For truth is precious and divine,— Too rich a pearl for carnal swine."

"Have always been at daggers-drawing, And one another clapper-clawing."

"The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn."

"Love is a boy by poets styl'd; Then spare the rod and spoil the child."

"For what is worth in anything But so much money as 't will bring?"

"Love in your hearts as idly burns As fire in antique Roman urns."

"Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers Say fools for arguments use wagers."

"No Indian prince has to his palace More followers than a thief to the gallows."

"Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel's of by th' blow; Some kick'd until they can feel whether A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather."

"Some force whole regions, in despite O' geography, to change their site; Make former times shake hands with latter, And that which was before come after. But those that write in rhyme still make The one verse for the other's sake; For one for sense, and one for rhyme, I think 's sufficient at one time."

"He cou'd foretel whats'ever was By consequence to come to pass; As death of great men, alterations, Diseases, battles, inundations. All this, without th' eclipse o' th' sun, Or dreadful comet, he hath done, By inward light; away as good, And easy to be understood; But with more lucky hit than those That use to make the stars depose, Like Knights o' th' post, and falsely charge Upon themselves what others forge: As if they were consenting to All mischiefs in the world men do: Or, like the Devil, did tempt and sway 'em To rogueries, and then betray 'em."

"This Light inspires, and plays upon The nose of Saint like Bag-pipe drone, And speaks through hollow empty Soul, As through a Trunk, or whisp'ring hole, Such language as no mortal Ear But spiritual Eve-droppers can hear."

"Friend Ralph, thou hast Outrun the constable at last."

"When pious frauds and holy shifts Are dispensations and gifts."

"If he that in the field is slain Be in the bed of honour lain, He that is beaten may be said To lie in honour's truckle-bed."

"Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse And sayings of philosophers."

"I am not now in fortune's power: He that is down can fall no lower."

"For those that run away and fly, Take place at least o' the enemy."

"With mortal crisis doth portend My days to appropinque an end."

"While the honour thou hast got Is spick and span new."

"These reasons made his mouth to water."

"He had got a hurt O' the inside, of a deadlier sort."

"I 'll make the fur Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur."

"Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Rome."

"Who thought he 'd won The field as certain as a gun."

"Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron!"

"Like feather bed betwixt a wall And heavy brunt of cannon ball."

"With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang."

"And bid the devil take the hin'most."

"Or shear swine, all cry and no wool."

"Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat! Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate.""

"And force them, though it was in spite Of Nature and their stars, to write."