You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.

One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Conscience is a blushing, shamefaced spirit than mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.