Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.

A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity; but you gods will give us Some faults to make us men.

Virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring—

There is a history in all men's lives.

They are but beggars that can count their worth.

He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' the flatterer.