A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
It is the eye of the master that fatteth the horse, and the love of the woman that maketh the man.
The rattling thunderbolt hath but his clap, the lightning but his flash, and as they both come in a moment, so do they both end in a minute.
Instruments sound sweetest when they are touched softest.
Though women have small force to overcome men by reason; yet have they good fortune to undermine them by policy.
All men [are] of one metal, but not in one mold.
Whatsoever is in the heart of the sober man, is in the mouth of the drunkard.