Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This,

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.

O, Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors! All Good Seeming, By Thy Revolt, O Husband, Shall Be Thought Put On For Villainy, Not Born Where't Grows, But Worn A Bait For Ladies.

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.