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.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?

Highly fed and lowly taught.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Men have marble, women waxen, minds.

You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.

But when I came, alas, to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day.