“Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, that shakes not, though they blow perpetually.”

“You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face”

“Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!”

“Thou shalt be freeAs mountain winds: but then exactly doAll points of my command.”

“If after every tempest come such calms,May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!”

“Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.”

“Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.”