You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful

Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.

Friendship's full of dregs.