How hard it is for women to keep counsel!

The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us.

In thy foul throat thou liest.

Why, thou owest god a death.