Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity?

Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.

It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.