If Were Not Foolish Young,

For Of Fortunes Sharp Adversitee The Worst Kynde Of Infortune Is This, A Man To Han Ben In Prosperitee, And It Remembren, Whan It Passed Is.

Drunkenness Is The Very Sepulcher Of Man's Wit And His Discretion.

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.

The Devil Can Only Destroy Those Who Are Already On Their Way To Damnation.

If No Love Is, O God, What Fele I So? And If Love Is, What Thing And Which Is He? If Love Be Good, From Whennes Cometh My Woo? If It Be Wikke, A Wonder Thynketh Me