The soul of this man is his clothes.
Is she not passing fair?
Nothing in his life became him like leaving it.
His neigh is like the bidding of a monarch, and his countenance enforces homage. He is indeed a horse.
All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.
If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening.