“Come, thou tortoise!”

“Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mireOf this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'stUp to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!”

“Happy thou art not; for what thou hast not, still thou strivest to get; and what thou hast, forgettest.”

“Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.”

“Therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. My comfort is that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face. Thou hast me, if thou hast me, at the worst, and thou shalt wear me, if thou wear me, better and better.”

“O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!”

“Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor-John.”