What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.