I will complain, yet praise;I will bewail, approve:And all my sowre-sweet dayesI will lament, and love.

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,Guiltie of dust and sin.

Love makes all hard hearts gentle.

A gentle heart is tied with an easy thread.

A good heart cannot lye

The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.