For I Am Proverbed With A Grandsire

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.

All Is Well Ended, If The Suit Be Won.

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)

Never Anger Made Good Guard For Itself.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.