What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper'd head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

Wish chastely, and love dearly.

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

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark, what discord follows!

When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.