Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy and say 'Father, as it please you.' But yet for all that, cousin, let him be a handsome fellow, or else make another curtsy and say 'Father, as it please me.

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?

For though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.

We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.

And I will make it felony to drink small beer.