All flesh doth frailty breed!

Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.

Greatest god below the sky.

Together linkt with adamantine chains.

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

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.

Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.