Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her gallèd eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

Good reasons must of force give place to better.

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

Strong reasons make strong actions let us go If you say ay, the king will not say no.

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.

To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes

Tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons.