"His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers’ songs be turned to holy psalms; A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are old age’s alms."

"My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid’s curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse!"

"’Tis slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift."

"In spite of my teeth."

"His golden locks time hath to silver turned; O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth ’gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by encreasing."

"’T is a stinger."

"Victor I will remain Or on this earth lie slain, Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me."

"Oh, when shall English men With such acts fill a pen, Or England breed again Such a King Harry?"

"What thing is love?—for (well I wot) love is a thing It is a prick, it is a sting, It is a pretty, pretty thing; It is a fire, it is a coal, Whose flame creeps in at every hole!"

"Yet have we well begun, Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raisëd."

"Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part."

"When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might’st him yet recover."

"O Gentle Love, ungentle for thy deede, Thou makest my hart, A bloodie marke, With piercing shot to bleede.Shoote soft sweete Love, for feare thou shoote amisse, For feare too keene, Thy arrowes beene: And hit the hart, where my belovèd is.Too faire that fortune were, nor never I Shall be so blest, Among the rest: That love shall ceaze on her by simpathy.Then since with Love my prayers beare no boote, This doth remaine, To cease my paine, I take the wound, and die at Venus foote."

"Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance, Longer will tarry; But putting to the main At Kaux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry."

"Dear, why should you command me to my rest, When now the night doth summon all to sleep? Methinks this time becometh lovers best; Night was ordain'd together friends to keep."

"Pythagoras said that this world was like a stage, Whereon many play their parts; the lookers-on, the sage Philosophers are, saith he, whose part is to learn The manners of all nations, and the good from the bad to discern."

"Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had."

"For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain."

"The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue."

"There is no hate lost between us."

"The coast was clear."

"Villain, a horse-- Villain, I say, give me a horse to fly, To swim the river, villain, and to fly."

"Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon."

"Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may."

"All is not gold that glisteneth."

"The Lord descended from above And bow’d the heavens high; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. On cherubs and on cherubims Full royally he rode; And on the wings of all the winds Came flying all abroad."

"A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of Gospell bookes."

"Was never eie did see that face, Was never eare did heare that tong, Was never minde did minde his grace, That ever thought the travell long; But eies and eares and ev'ry thought Were with his sweete perfections caught."

"It is in the exceeding rapture of delight in the deepe search of knowledge, none knoweth better than thyselfe, sweet Mathew, that maketh men manfully indure th'extremes incident to that Herculean labour."

"[He] hath shewed himselfe singular in the immortall Epitaph of his beloved Astrophell, besides many other most absolute Comike inventions."

"[He] spread his bread with all sorts of butter, yet none would stick thereon."

"A fool and his money be soon at debate: Which after with sorrow repents him too late."

"'Tis merry in hall Where beards wag all."

"Naught venture naught have."

"At Christmas be merry and thankful withal, And feast thy poor neighbors, the great with the small."

"God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat."

"At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year."

"Ye cobble and ye clout Holy scripture so about, That people are in great dout And feare leest they be out Of all good Christen order. Thus all thyng ye disorder Thorowe out every border."

"To death we must stoop, be we high, be we low, But how and how suddenly few be that know -, What carry we then but a sheet to the grave, To cover this carcass, of all that we have?""

"Such mistress, such Nan, Such master, such man."

"Who goeth a borrowing Goeth a sorrowing."

"I saye, thou madde Marche hare, I wondre howe ye dare Open your janglyng jawes To prech in any clawes, Lyke pratynge poppyng dawes, Agaynst her excellence, Agaynst her reverence, Agaynst her preemynence, Agaynst her magnifycence, That never dyde offence."

"The kynges courte Shulde have the excellence; But Hampton Court Hath the preemynence!"

"Englande the flowre Of relucent honowre, In olde commemoration Most royall Englyssh nacion."

"O ye wretched Scottes, Ye puaunt pyspottes, It shalbe your lottes To be knytte up with knottes Of halters and ropes About your traytours throtes."

"Why come ye nat to court? To whyche court? To the kynges courte? Or to Hampton Court?"