One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.

The poorest service is repaid with thanks.

You kiss by th' book.

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.