Marry$$$ this is the short and the long of it.

Why$$$ then the world's mine oyster$$$ which I with sword will open.

I love not the humour of bread and cheese.

Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the King's English.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

All his successors - gone before him - hath done’t$$$ and all his ancestors - that come after him –may.

Peace! I will stop your mouth.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

In a false quarrel there is no true valour.

For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.