If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

Wish chastely, and love dearly.

The extreme parts of time extremely forms all causes to the purpose of his speed.

But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.

Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

No worse a husband than the best of men.

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?