The weakest kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground.

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.

The rain, it raineth every day.

Women being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the walls.

Opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects.

The hideous god of war.

My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and education both do learn me How to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord.