Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

But men are men the best sometimes forget.

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.

Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.