“Would the fountain of your mind were clear again,that I might water an ass at it!”

“I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good.”

“O, that he were here to write me down an ass! But, masters, remember, that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.”

“A little water clears us of this deed.”

“O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!”

“If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink,Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.”

“I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger.'No, and if he were I would burn my library.”