O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.

How low am I, thou painted maypole?

It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, "Thus diddest thou;"

A very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience.

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.

Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, must fall out with men too.