Whether wouldst thou be jealous without cause, or be a cuckold and know nothing of it?
Neither the one nor the other, quoth Panurge, would I choose to be.

But if I get an inkling of the matter, I will provide well enough, or there shall not be one stick of wood within five hundred leagues about me whereof to make a cudgel.

In good faith, Friar John, I speak now seriously unto thee, I think it will be my best not to marry.

Hearken to what the bells do tell me, now that we are nearer to them! Do not marry, marry not, not, not, not, not; marry, marry not, not, not, not, not.

If thou marry, thou wilt miscarry, carry, carry; thou'lt repent it, resent it, sent it! If thou marry, thou a cuckold, a cou-cou-cuckoo, cou-cou-cuckold thou shalt be.