There is a river in Macedon, and there is moreover a river in Monmouth. It is called Wye at Monmouth, but it is out of my prains what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis alike as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both.

Though Death be poor, it ends a mortal woe.

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.

I love a ballad but even too well if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.