A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

Well, honor is the subject of my story.

I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

All is well ended, if the suit be won.

Who is it can read a woman?

There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one