There is nothing wherein their womanliness is more honestly garnished than with silence..

For Myrth prolongeth lyfe, and causeth health..

Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele..

I am sorie God made me so comely..

That same manne, that renneth awaye,Maye again fight, an other daye..

There hath grown no grass on my heels since I went hence..

Gay love, God save it, so soone hotte, so soone colde..

Wowers never speede well, that have a false harte..