If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages princes’ palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.

O heaven! were man, But constant, he were perfect.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.

Tempt not a desperate man

I had as lief have been myself alone.