O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!

How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!

I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.

Look how the world's poor people are amazed at apparitions, signs and prodigies!

Men's vows are women's traitors

O, full of scorpions is my mind!

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.