Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment.

Tis not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.

I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.

No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.

With caution judge of probability. Things deemed unlikely, e'en impossible, experience oft hath proved to be true.

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

They are hare-brain'd slaves.