In argument with men a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause.

Where no hope is left, is left no fear.

In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.

Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Wisdom's self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, where with her best nurse Contemplation, she plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings that in the various bustle of resort were all to-ruffled, and sometimes impaired.

So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape.