Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,

Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.

The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2.

This is the porcelain clay of humankind.[277:6]

Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.

I have a soul that like an ample shield

Can take in all, and verge enough for more.[277:7]

Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.

A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.

Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1.