A clere conscience is a sure carde.
Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.
As love knoweth no lawes, so it regardeth no conditions
Instruments sound sweetest when they are touched softest.
Where the mind is past hope, the heart is past shame.
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.