Security is the chief enemy of mortals.

As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.

To saucy doubts and fears.

To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm

Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

Aand in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief?