Small things make base men proud.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings.

But till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, and excellent musician and her hair shall be of what colour it shall please God.

No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.