Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.

Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.