Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

To have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!

No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!

Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.