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

He that comes in print because he would be known, is like the fool that comes into the market because he would be seen.

Lette me stande to the maine chance.

For experience teacheth me that straight trees have crooked roots.

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

It is good walking when one hath his horse in hand.

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