For I can raise no money by vile means.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

Blessings of your heart, you brew good ale.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, or any taint of vice whose strong corruption inhabits our frail blood".

Love hath made thee a tame snake