Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things. [Act 5, Scene 2]

We may outrun By violent swiftness And lose by over-running.

Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.

Exit, pursued by a bear.