For Myrth prolongeth lyfe, and causeth health.

- Nicholas Udall

Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele.

- Nicholas Udall

Wowers never speede well, that have a false harte.

- Nicholas Udall

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

- Nicholas Udall

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

- Nicholas Udall

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

- Nicholas Udall

I am sorie God made me so comely.

- Nicholas Udall

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

- Nicholas Udall