Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed?

I Have No Other But A Woman's Reason: I Think Him So, Because I Think Him So.

We Will Have Rings And Things And Fine Array

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

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.