Gentlemen use books as Gentlewomen handle their flowers, who in the morning stick them in their heads, and at night strawe them at their heeles.

The rattling thunderbolt hath but his clap, the lightning but his flash, and as they both come in a moment, so do they both end in a minute.

The true measure of life is not length, but honesty.

To love women and never enjoy them, is as much to love wine and never taste it.

Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.

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

The tongue, the ambassador of the heart.