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.
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
The broken bone, once set together, is stronger than ever.
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
Instruments sound sweetest when they are touched softest.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.