A comely olde man as busie as a bee.

Thou art an heyre to fayre lying, that is nothing, if thou be disinherited of learning, for better were it to thee to inherite righteousnesse then riches, and far more seemly were if for thee to haue thy Studie full of bookes, then thy pursse full of mony.

The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.

Instruments sound sweetest when they are touched softest.

The greatest harm that you can do unto the envious, is to do well.

A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, kill'd by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love.

As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.