Night hath a thousand eyes.

A clear conscience is a sure card.

All fish are not caught with flies.

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.

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.

It is a blind goose that cometh to the fox’s sermon.

As love knoweth no lawes, so it regardeth no conditions.

Nothing so perilous as procrastination.

Beauty – a deceitful bait with a deadly hook.

Thou shalt come out of a warme Sunne into God’s blessing.