You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.
Gold were as good as twenty orators.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Now I am past all comforts here, but prayer.
The pleasing punishment that women bear.