Come, Lady, die to live.

Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.

The readiness is all.

As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.

Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.

When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!

Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.