O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

Can one desire too much of a good thing?

An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving virtue.

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

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.