7 Quotes by Nicholas Udall

Gay love, God save it, so soone hotte, so soone colde.

I am sorie God made me so comely.

There hath grown no grass on my heels since I went hence.

For Myrth prolongeth lyfe, and causeth health.

Wowers never speede well, that have a false harte.

Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele.

There is nothing wherein their womanliness is more honestly garnished than with silence.