The itch of disputation will prove the scab of the Church.
Ambassadors are honest men sent abroad to lie for their countries.
Take heed of thinking. The farther you go from the church of Rome, the nearer you are to God.
Love lodged in a woman's breast is but a guest.
I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff, at my best value.
You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies, What are you when the sun shall rise? This was printed with music as early as 1624, in East's Sixth Set of Books, and is found in many manuscripts.