The common curse of mankind, folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue!
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched in so many giddy offences as He hath generally taxed their whole their whole sex withal.
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head?
What's done can't be undone.