Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

All's well that ends well.

O, that he were here to write me down an ass! -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1.

We have some salt of our youth in us. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3.