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.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave.
If there is a good will, there is great way.