Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into Motion.

Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife, Get Thee A Wife!