Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.

Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

To whom God will, there be the victory.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily.