Sir Andrew Ague-Cheek: I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether (He's an oddity in that he enjoys having fun)

Let him smell his way to Dover!

If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage.

What is past is prologue.

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Knit your hearts with an unslipping knot.