Conscience Is A Thousand Swords.

Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad Marriage.

So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine, And I My Self Am Mortgaged To Thy Will, My Self I'll Forfeit, So That Other Mine, Thou Wilt Restore To Be My Comfort Still.

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.