Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.

Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.

The soul was never put in the body to stand still.

Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.

Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest.