Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour-a great patience.

a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.

Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.