That God Forbid, That Made Me First

Doubt Is A Thief That Often Makes Us Fear To Tread Where We Might Have Won.

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

I Would There Were No Age Between Sixteen And Three-and-twenty, Or That Youth Would Sleep Out The Rest; For There Is Nothing In The Between But Getting Wenches With Child, Wronging The Ancientry, Stealing, Fighting

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.