Ah my deare God! though I am clean forgot, Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.
Take heede of the viniger of sweet wine.
Vertue now is in herbs and stones and words onely.
Hee that makes a thing too fine, breakes it.
Hee that demands misseth not, unlesse his demands be foolish.
If the husband be not at home, there is nobodie.