A High Hope For A Low Heaven:

Blest Are Those Whose Blood And Judgment Are So Well Commingled, That They Are Not A Pipe For Fortune's Finger To Sound What Stop She Please.

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.

[marriage Is] A World-without-end Bargain.

I Cannot Draw A Cart, Nor Eat Dried Oats; If It Be Man's Work, I'll Do't.

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.