John Lyly

Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae?

That honourable estate of Matrimony, which was sanctified in Paradise, allowed of the Patriarches, hallowed of the olde Prophets, and commended of al persons.

He reckoneth without his Hostesse. Love knoweth no lawes.

The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble; many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.

It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.

I cast before the Moone.

The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.

Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.

Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.

What bird so sings, yet so does wail? Oh, 'tis the ravished nightingale. "Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.

: Were women never to fair, men would be false. : Were women never so false, men would be fond.

For wenches, wine, and lusty cheer, Jove would leap down to surfeit here.

None is happy but a glutton.

O! for a bowl of fat Canary, Rich Palermo, sparkling Sherry.