Good wine needs no bush.
Would I were in an alehouse in London.
This thought is as a death.
The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.
I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true.
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!