Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.
Lovely sweetness is the noblest power of woman, and is far fitter to prevail by parley than by battle.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.
In the clear mind of virtue treason can find no hiding-place.
A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.
Provision is the foundation of hospitality, and thrift the fuel of magnificence.