If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.

What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed King.

I can see he's not in your good books,' said the messenger. 'No, and if he were I would burn my library.

Patch up thine old body for heaven.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.

Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight