Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.

I am wealthy in my friends.

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

One man in his time plays many parts.

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?