God send everyone their heart's desire!

I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

One sin another doth provoke.

Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.

She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear.