Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.

When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.

Misery makes sport to mock itself.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.