For trust not him that hath once broken faith
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
One man in his time plays many parts.
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.
Many strokes, though with a little axe, hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.