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.

A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.

The broken bone, once set together, is stronger than ever.

For experience teacheth me that straight trees have crooked roots.

Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.

As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.

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