But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.

Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.

To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.

Faint heart never won fair maid.