God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

They have a plentiful lack of wit.

If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.

There is a devilish mercy in the judge, if you'll implore it, that will free your life, but fetter you till death.

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.