If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.
thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp sauce.
Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.
Have patience, and endure
Women are as roses, whose fair flower, being once displayed, doth fall that very hour.