Best men oft are moulded out of faults.

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.

We go to gain a little patch of ground that hath in it no profit but the name.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.