To be in anger is impiety, but who is man that is not angry?

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

It is held that valor is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver.

Well could he ride, and often men would say, "That horse his mettle from his rider takes: Proud of subjection, noble by the sway, What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!" And controversy hence a question takes, Whether the horse by him became his deed, Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.

Perseverance, my dear Lord. Keeps honour bright.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.