Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.
The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.
Imyself haveheard averygood jest, and havescornedto seem to have so sillya wit as to understand it.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
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.