Do you think that any one can move the heart but He that made it?
In misery it is great comfort to have a companion.
All men [are] of one metal, but not in one mold.
To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
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