Never durst poet touch a pen to write Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs.

He thinks too much. Such men are dangerous.

Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.

And makes me poor indeed.

Trust not my reading, nor my observations, Which with experimental seal do warrant The tenor of my book.

All pride is willing pride.