Good things should be praised.

Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms; for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

A woman's fitness comes by fits.

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises; and oft it hits where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

Despair and die. The ghosts