You can swear that you did n't know her to be of finer weave than dowlas.

Oh, they'll call it in some sort a marriage, for the lady's own sake; but they'll find flaws enough to crack a thousand such mad matches.

The divorce is the thing! There's precedent, you know.

A fair lady was parted from a brave man not a thousand years ago, because a favorite wanted her.

True, Frances Howard wanted the favorite, whilst this beauty of yours"-- "You will please not couple the name of my wife with the name of that adulteress!" I interrupted fiercely.
He started; then cried out somewhat hurriedly: "No offense, no offense! I meant no comparisons; comparisons are odorous, saith Dogberry.