While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.

As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, And vice sometime by action dignified.

Death-counterfeiting sleep.

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: O, how I long to have some chat with her!