Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
All is well ended if this suit be won. That you express content; which we will pay, With strife to please you, day exceeding day.
No worse a husband than the best of men.
Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!
We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.