The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.

For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.

Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.