All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue.

To beguile the time, look like the time.

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

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

So quick bright things come to confusion.​​​​​​

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.