In love there is but little rest.

People can die of mere imagination.

Mercy surpasses justice.

In love there is but little rest.

For many a pasty have you robbed of blood, And many a Jack of Dover have you sold That has been heated twice and twice grown cold. From many a pilgrim have you had Christ's curse, For of your parsley they yet fare the worse, Which they have eaten with your stubble goose; For in your shop full many a fly is loose.

If were not foolish young, were foolish old.

Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.