If my Transalpine mule had wings, my Transalpine mule would fly, if it please God, I shall not be a cuckold; but I shall be a cuckold, if it please him.

Good God, if this were a condition which I knew how to prevent, my hopes should be as high as ever, nor would I despair.

But you here send me to God's privy council, to the closet of his little pleasures.

You, my French countrymen, which is the way you take to go thither?
My honest father, I believe it will be your best not to come to my wedding.
The clutter and dingle-dangle noise of marriage guests will but disturb you, and break the serious fancies of your brain.

You love repose, with solitude and silence; I really believe you will not come.