That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Experience teacheth that resolution is a sole help in need.

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

Or are you like the painting of a sorrow, a face without a heart?

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.