A woman's thought runs before her actions.
If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.
I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come" (Phebe)
By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me.
Two women placed together makes cold weather.
You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.