“The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.”

“If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me”

“The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.”

“How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.”

“One flesh they are; and one flesh, so I'd guess,Has but one heart, come grief or happiness.”

“Life is short. Art long. Opportunity is fleeting. Expierience treacherous. Judgement difficult.”

“Be nat wrooth, my lord, though that I pleye. Ful ofte in game a sooth I have herd seye!”