A woman's thought runs before her actions.

QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.

So, you are very welcome to our house. It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.