That conceit, elegantly expressed by the Emperor Charles V., in his instructions to the King, his son, "that fortune hath somewhat the nature of a woman, that if she be too much wooed she is the farther off.

The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air than in the hand.

It is nothing won to admit men with an open door, and to receive them with a shut and reserved countenance.

The speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love.

Vain-glorious men are the scorn of the wise, the admiration of fools, the idols of paradise, and the slaves of their own vaunts.

If there be fuel prepared, it is hard to tell whence the spark shall come that shall set it on fire.

Fashion is only the attempt to realize art in living forms and social intercourse.