Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.

Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I In the cow-slip's bell i lie There I couch when owls do cry

Sin, that amends, is but patched with virtue.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.