If she be not honest, chaste, and true, there's no man happy.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

A whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure. When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths, ha?

Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips.

After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.