A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy

O, Swear Not By The Moon, The Fickle Moon, The Inconstant Moon, That Monthly Changes In Her Circle Orb, Lest That Thy Love Prove Likewise Variable

Why, I Can Smile And Murder Whiles I Smile, And Cry 'content' To That Which Grieves My Heart, And Wet My Cheeks With Artificial Tears, And Frame My Face For All Occasions

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.