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.

Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.

The tongue, the ambassador of the heart.

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.

Lette me stande to the maine chance.

A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.

Love knoweth no laws.