An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.

Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me

They do not abuse the king that flatter him. For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is flattered, but a spark To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing.

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo