Thinking nurseth thinking.

Our poor eyes were so enriched as to behold, and our low hearts so exalted as to love, a maid who is such, that as the greatest thing the world can show is her beauty, so the least thing that may be praised in her is her beauty.

Thinking nurseth thinking.

Valor is abased by too much loftiness.

In the clear mind of virtue treason can find no hiding-place.

Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.

Fear is far more painful to cowardice than death to true courage.