Well building hat three conditions. Commodity, firmness, and delight.
Love lodged in a woman's breast is but a guest.
The itch of disputation will prove the scab of the Church.
Ambassadors are honest men sent abroad to lie for their countries.
I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff, at my best value.
You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own — What are you when the rose is blown?