He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.

To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.

The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.

What Time hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

Virtue's office never breaks men's troth.

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.

Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest that wear most of it: so are those crisped snaky golden locks which make such wanton gambols with the wind upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulchre.