I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humor. Dost thou think I care for a satire or an epigram?

Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.

'Tis pride that pulls the country down.

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

He was not so much brain as earwax