If fooles should not foole it, they shall lose their season.
The God of love my shepherd is, And he that doth me feed: While he is mine, and I am his, What can I want or need?
Every path hath a puddle.
There is a remedy for every thing, could men find it.
He that dies without the company of good men puts not himselfe into a good way.
Never was strumpet faire.