Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.

See where she comes apparelled like the spring.

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.

That which in mean men we entitle patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

How soar sweet music is, when time is broke, and no proportion kept!

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.