I'll follow this good man, and go with you;
And, having sworn truth, ever will be true.

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.

His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.

God, the best maker of all marriages, Combine your hearts into one.

It were all oneThat I should love a bright particular starAnd to think to wed it, he is so above me.

Were kisses all the joys in bed,One woman would another wed.