His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.

Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. But, either it was different in blood,- Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,- Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it.