The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
Take, O, take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again, bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
Every true man's apparel fits your thief.
We would, and we would not.
A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.
Truth is truth
To the end of reckoning.
My business in this state
Made me a looker on here in Vienna.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.
What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.
Every why hath a wherefore.
Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy.
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living-dead man.
Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
He hath indeed better bettered expectation.
A very valiant trencher-man.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
There's a skirmish of wit between them.
The gentleman is not in your books.