Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?

All for love, and nothing for reward.

For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.

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.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.