The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.
Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.
For now they kill me with a living death.
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side
If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers