Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
Till all grace be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both.
Omittance is no quittance.
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.