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.

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

The night has a thousand eyes.

Children and fools speak true.

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

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

Do you think that any one can move the heart but He that made it?