Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

Nature does require her time of preservation, which perforce, I her frail son amongst my brethren mortal, must give my attendance to.