His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times.

Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast!

Right joyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England; fairly met!