I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them.

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.

I came, saw, and overcame.

My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love.

Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!

Is she not passing fair?

Faster than spring-time showers comes thought on thought.