Virtue's Office Never Breaks Men's Troth.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

What, Keep A Week Away? Seven Days And Nights, Eightscore-eight Hours, And Lovers' Absent Hours More Tedious Than The Dial Eightscore Times! O Weary Reckoning!

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.