Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any honesty in him.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.
The apparel oft proclaims the man.
He makes a July's day short as December.
Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.