The guilty think all talk is of themselves.

The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.

Mercy surpasses justice.

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.

But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.

The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.

In love there is but little rest.