What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.
God grant us patience!
A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them