What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his quarrel just.
The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long
Nothing 'gainst Times scythe can make defence.
When the age is in, the wit is out
What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.