The hearts letter is read in the eyes.
Of faire things, the Autumne is faire.
Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.
Of a new Prince, new bondage.
Quick beleevers neede broad shoulders.
He that is not in the warres is not out of danger.