Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be, first be he true, for truth doth truth deserve.
Misery and misfortune is all one; and of misfortune fortune hath only the gift.
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!
There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help one's self.
It is against womanhood to be forward in their own wishes.
It is a great happiness to be praised of them that are most praise-worthy.