O monstrous coward! what, to come behind folks?

Argo, their thread of life is spun.

Then is sin struck down like an ox, and iniquity's
throat cut like a calf.

He shall have the skin of our enemies, to make
dog's-leather of.

Thou hast hit it; for there's no better sign of a
brave mind than a hard hand.

Nay, more, the king's council are no good workmen.

O miserable age! virtue is not regarded in handicrafts-men.

I tell thee, Jack Cade the clothier means to dress
the commonwealth, and turn it, and set a new nap upon it.

Come, and get thee a sword, though made of a lath;
they have been up these two days.