They that touch pitch will be defiled.

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.