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.

Lette me stande to the maine chance.

Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.

Love knoweth no laws.

If you will be cherished when you are old, be courteous while you be young.

As lyke as one pease is to another.

All men [are] of one metal, but not in one mold.