As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.

Many Can Brook The Weather That Love Not The Wind.

He Thinks Too Much. Such Men Are Dangerous.