The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act II, Sc. I
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act II, Sc. II
Like a fair house, built on another man's ground.
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act IV, Sc. II
So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever.
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I, Sc. III
Convey, the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase!
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act II, Sc. II
Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act III, Sc. V
The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I, Sc. IV
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act III, Sc. III
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket!
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I, Sc. III
Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I, Sc. I
I had rather than forty shillings I had my book of Songs and Sonnets here.
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act III, Sc. IV
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I, Sc. I
All his successors gone before him have done't; and all his ancestors that come after him may.

