An ill weed grows apace.
Make ducks and drakes with shillings.
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
Archers ever Have two strings to bow; and shall great Cupid (Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer?
There is a nick in Fortune's restless wheel For each man's good.
Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee. Light gains make heavy purses. 'Tis good to be merry and wise.