Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.
Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
Though lust do masque in ne'er so strange disguise she's oft found witty, but is never wise.
Love mixed with fear is sweetness.