Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.

Do not spread the compost on the weeds.

The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.

Barnes are blessings.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!