For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.
Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion
A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.
Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.