No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

Though age from folly could not give me freedom, It does from childishness.

Some are born great, others achieve greatness.

When Death doth close his tender dying eyes.