Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

Have you not love enough to bear with me, when that rash humor which my mother gave me makes me forgetful.

Right joyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England; fairly met!

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

Use every man according to his desert and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity, the less they deserve ... the more merit in your bounty.

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?