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.

Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.

When we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty.

All things do help the unhappy man to fall.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

Love mixed with fear is sweetness.