- An arrow shot
From a well-experienc’d archer hits the mark
His eye doth level at.
- 3 Fisherman: Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
1 Fisherman: Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.
- Contend not, sir; for we are gentlemen,
That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
Envy the great, nor do the low despise.
- I see that Time's the king of men,
For he's their parent, and he is their grave,
And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
- I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly.