Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish
Far more seemly to have thy study full of books, than thy purse full of money.
Beauty - a deceitful bait with a deadly hook.
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
Lette me stande to the maine chance.
Where the countenance is fair, there need no colors.