“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!”
“Lo, thou, my Love, art fair;Myself have made thee so;Yea, thou art fair indeed,Wherefore thou shalt not needIn beauty to despair;For I accept thee so,For fair.[excerpt from "Christ to His Spouse"]”
“Come, we burn daylight, ho!”
“D'Artagnan, my friend, thou art brave, thou art prudent, thou hast excellent qualities, but- women will destroy thee!" -D'Artagnan”
“Sit down: thou art no flatterer:I thank thee for it; and heaven forbidThat kings should let their ears hear theirfaults hid!”
“Tell me what company thou keepst, and I'll tell thee what thou art.”