Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish

To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.

I am of this mind, that might and malice, deceit and treachery perjury and impiety may lawfully be committed in love; which is lawless.

Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.

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

It is the disposition of the thought that altered the nature of the thing.

Nothing so perilous as procrastination