Blasphemous words betray the vain foolishness of the speaker.
Scoffing cometh not of wisdom.
Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.
Cupid makes it his sport to pull the warrior's plum.
There have been many most excellent poets that have never versified, and now swarm many versifiers that need never answer to the name of poets.
To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.