I rather would entreat thy company; To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.

All is well ended, if the suit be won.

Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.

I profess not talking: only this, Let each man do his best.

I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me, because I have railed so long against marriage: but doth not the appetite alter? a man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

And she's fair I love.