For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.
The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.