Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs.
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.
Words writ in waters.
Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err.
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?