If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can I prize thy love more than whole mines of Gold. Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold repay, Then while we live, in love let's so persevere That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Wisdom with an inheritance is good, but wisdom without an inheritance is better than an inheritance without wisdom.

Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.

Some laborers have hard hands, and old sinners have brawny consciences.

Art can do much, but this maxim's most sure/A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.

But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

The stones and trees, insensible to time, / Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen; / If Winter come, and greenness then do fade / A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; / But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.