O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labor.

Pardon's the word to all.

I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

I am falser than vows made in wine.

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

Fill all thy bones with aches.