If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, he's an enemy to mankind.
For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad
Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come