All's well if all ends well.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.

thus with a kiss I die

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.