That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Despair and die. The ghosts

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave

O excellent! I love long life better than figs.

Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.