The Proverb Is Something Musty.

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

The Weariest And Most Loathed Worldly Life, That Age, Ache, Penury And Imprisonment Can Lay On Nature Is A Paradise, To What We Fear Of Death.

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.

O, What A World Of Vile Ill-favored Faults, Looks Handsome In Three Hundred Pounds A Year!