Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.