If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.

There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.

Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?

I am not merry, but I do beguile the thing I am by seeming otherwise.