Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.

My age I will not once lament, / But sing, my time so near is spent.

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.

If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings/Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun/For my mean Pen are too superior things.

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