It comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

Pray you now, forget and forgive.

Adversity makes strange bedfellows.

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?

So many horrid Ghosts.

To whom God will, there be the victory.