Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, — for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.

O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy, In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess!

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .