Dacus doth daily to his doctor go,As doubting if he be in health or no;For when his friends salute him passing by,And ask him how he doth in courtesy,He will not answer thereunto precise,Till from his doctor he hath ta'en advice. — Henry Parrot Share this quote Post on X Facebook Download image Copy quote Copy link Share… Another quote →
Sir, can you tell where young Pandorus lives,That was surnamed here the Prodigal:He that so much for his silk stockings gives,Till nought is left to buy him shoes withal?Oh blame him not, to make what show he can;How should he else be thought a gentleman?
Kind Katherine to her husband kiss'd these words,"Mine own sweet Will, how dearly do I love thee!""If true," quoth Will, "the world no such affords."And that it's true I durst his warrant be:For ne'er heard I of woman, good or ill,But always lovèd best her own sweet will.