Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.

In maiden meditation, fancy free.

Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop.

As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.

All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.