Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove.
Miracles are ceased; and therefore we must needs admit the means, how things are perfected.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.
Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.