I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

A very honest woman but something given to lie

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.

Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.