Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel; her winged spirit Is feathered often times with heavenly words, And, like her beauty, ravishing and pure.

Enough 's as good as a feast.

Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.

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?

Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.

As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.

Fair words never hurt the tongue.