Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.
Oft stumbles at a straw.
The nightingale is sovereign of song.
Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.