Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1.
In his old lunes again.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. . . . There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.
The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1.
Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper as to waste