Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

"Lawyers Are": Perilous mouths.

He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache

It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?