Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.
Lette me stande to the maine chance.
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.
There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.
Do you think that any one can move the heart but He that made it?
I thank you for nothing, because I understand nothing.