Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go

It Comes To Pass Oft That A Terrible Oath, With A Swaggering Accent Sharply Twanged Off, Gives Manhood More Approbation Than Ever Proof Itself Would Have Earned Him.

The Tartness Of His Face Sours Ripe Grapes.

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

Jesters Do Oft Prove Prophets.

The Instances That Second Marriage Move Are Base Respects Of Thrift, But None Of Love.