Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.
Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.
I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
Woe to that land that's governed by a child.
How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!