The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity.

How low am I, thou painted maypole?

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.

If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.

[Marriage is] a world-without-end bargain.