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.

And oft, my jealousy shapes faults that are not.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy: Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?