Words to deeds cold breath gives.

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

A plague on both your houses.

I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.

Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things . . . nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.

But jealous souls will not be answered so, They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they're jealous. 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

No visor does become black villainy so well as soft and tender flattery.