However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.

A little water clears us of this deed.

The prize of all too precious you.

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will he that dies this year is quit for the next

All surfeit is the father of much fast.