The fish adores the bait.
No love is foule, nor prison fair.
This world is nothing except it tend to another.
He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.
Love without end, hath no end, says the Spaniard: (meaning, if it were not begun on particular ends, it would last).
Take heed of a young wench, a prophetesse, and a Lattin bred woman.