Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.

My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

One pain is lessened by another's anguish.

Here's flowers for you; Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun And with him rises weeping: these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.

The man that hath no music in himself

Man and wife, being two, are one in love.