I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't advance,/ They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance.

If ever wife was happy in a man, compare with me, ye women if you can.

Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending.

That when we live no more, We may live ever

Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.

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.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold or all the riches that the East doth hold.