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The empty vessel giveth a greater sound than the full barrel.
The bee that hath honey in her mouth hath a sting in her tail.
To love and to live well is wished of many, but incident to few.
Rather fast then surfette, rather starue then striue to exceede.
Do you think that any one can move the heart but He that made it?
The greatest harm that you can do unto the envious, is to do well.
The measure of love is to have no mean, the end to be everlasting.
For experience teacheth me that straight trees have crooked roots.
To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.
It is the disposition of the thought that altered the nature of the thing.
If you will be cherished when you are old, be courteous while you be young.
Whatsoever is in the heart of the sober man, is in the mouth of the drunkard.
Lips are no part of the head, only made for a double-leaf door for the mouth.
Far more seemly to have thy study full of books, than thy purse full of money.
Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.
To love women and never enjoy them, is as much to love wine and never taste it.
We might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth.
Whilst that the childe is young, let him be instructed in vertue and lytterature.
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
When adversities flow, then love ebbs; but friendship standeth stiffly in storms.
A merry companion is as good as a wagon, For you shall be sure to ride though ye go a foot.
As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.
It is the eye of the master that fatteth the horse, and the love of the woman that maketh the man.
As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate.
I have ever thought so superstitiously of wit, that I fear I have committed idolatry against wisdom.
The slothful are always ready to engage in idle talk of what will be done tomorrow, and every day after.
Things of greatest profit are set forth with least price. Where the wine is neat there needeth no live blush.
Though women have small force to overcome men by reason; yet have they good fortune to undermine them by policy.
None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.
[Beauty is] a delicate bait with a deadly hook; a sweet panther with a devouring paunch, a sour poison in a silver pot.
He that comes in print because he would be known, is like the fool that comes into the market because he would be seen.
An Englishman hath three qualities, he can suffer no partner in his love, no stranger to be his friend, nor to be dared by any.
If all the earth were paper white / And all the sea were ink / 'Twere not enough for me to write / As my poor heart doth think.
I am of this mind, that might and malice, deceit and treachery perjury and impiety may lawfully be committed in love; which is lawless.
The rattling thunderbolt hath but his clap, the lightning but his flash, and as they both come in a moment, so do they both end in a minute.
Gentlemen use books as Gentlewomen handle their flowers, who in the morning stick them in their heads, and at night strawe them at their heeles.
Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish
A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, kill'd by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love.
Thou art an heyre to fayre lying, that is nothing, if thou be disinherited of learning, for better were it to thee to inherite righteousnesse then riches, and far more seemly were if for thee to haue thy Studie full of bookes, then thy pursse full of mony.
When parents put gold into the hands of youth, when they should put a rod under their girdle--when instead of awe they make them past grace, and leave them rich executors of goods, and poor executors of godliness, then it is no marvel that the son being left rich by his father's will, becomes reckless by his own will.
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses - Cupid paid: He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lips, the rose Growing one's cheek (but none knows how); With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin: All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes - She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this for thee? What shall, alas! become of me?