Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad and to travel for it too!
Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.
Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.