Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

A young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief.

Show me a man that is not passion's slave and I will wear him in my heart's core.

The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.

There's small choice in rotten apples.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

But where the greater malady is fix'd The lesser is scarce felt.

Black and portentous must this humor prove.