Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

The proverb is something musty.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth; the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie Direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. . . . Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.

The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.

And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.