Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.
A very honest woman but something given to lie
They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them
The weakest goes to the wall.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.
Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.