They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.

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

I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.

O, she misused me past the endurance of a block.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse, As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.