The Psalms foretell what I, what any shall do and suffer and say.

Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

Poor heretics there be,Which think to establish dangerous constancy,But I have told them, ‘Since you will be true,You shall be true to them, who are false to you.

There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.