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

God bless thee; and put meekness in thy breast, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty!

He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.

I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

And a man's life's no more than to say "One."

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines: — there 's rue for you; and here's some for me: — we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: — you may wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died: — They say, he made a good end.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind