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!

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.

Plain and not honest is too harsh a style.

Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.

Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.