That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimms, and makes it indistinct As water is in water

I can give the loser leave to chide.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

The apparel oft proclaims the man.

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.