O, had I but followed the arts!

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.

Nothing can seem foul to those who win.

Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.

Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram; The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.

Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!