The gowne is his that we ares it, and the world his that enjoyes it.
When you are an Anvill, hold you still; when you are a hammer, strike your fill.
Every one is weary, the poore in seeking, the rich in keeping, the good in learning.
Of a new Prince, new bondage.
Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart could have recovered greenness?
The bird loves her nest.