In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.
God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Hold, or cut bowstrings.
Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.