Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.
My love admits no qualifying dross
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end
Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.