Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

Tears harden lust, though marble wear with raining.

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

Women's weapons, water-drops.