How hard it is for women to keep counsel!

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold; What hath quenched them hath given me fire.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.

A harmless necessary cat.

Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.