The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.

Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.

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

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 nightingale is sovereign of song.