O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; for in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; and did not, with unbashful forehead, woo the means of weakness and debility: therefore my age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
Two women placed together makes cold weather.
Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.
The nature of bad news affects the teller.