Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.
In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.