That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.

Suspicion shall be all stuck full of eyes.

He hath eaten me out of house and home.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)

Appetite, a universal wolf.