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.

Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.

Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.

It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

'Tis brief, my lord...as woman's love.

Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.