The pleasing punishment that women bear. (1.1.47)

I to the world am like a drop of water
That in the ocean seeks another drop,
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself. (1.2.36)

A wretched soul bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. (2.1.35)

Every why hath a wherefore. (2.2.45)

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. (3.1.29)

They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A threadbare juggler, and a fortune-teller,
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living-dead man. (5.1.239)

Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another. (5.1.432)