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

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.

You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

Old Time the clock-setter.

Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence.