Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.
Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
The fool multitude, that choose by show, not learning more than the fond eye doth teach.
Till our King Henry had shook hands with Death.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.