A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy

It Is The Disease Of Not Listening...... That I Am Troubled With.

Wooing, Wedding, And Repenting Is As A Scotch Jig, A Measure, And A Cinque-pace: The First Suit Is Hot And Hasty Like A Scotch Jig--and Full As Fantastical; The Wedding, Mannerly Modest, As A Measure, Full Of State And Ancientry; And Then Comes Repentance And With His Bad Legs Falls Into The Cinque-pace Faster And Faster, Till He Sink Into His Grave.

To Whom God Will, There Be The Victory.

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.

I Would Give All Of My Fame For A Pot Of Ale And Safety.