Nicholas Breton, English poet and novelist, belonged to an old family settled at Layer Breton, Essex... (wikipedia)
Thus much for thy assurance know; a hollow friend is but a hellish foe.
I wish my deadly foe, no worse than want of friends, and empty purse.
We rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.
Shall we go learn to kiss, to kiss? Never heart could ever miss Comfort, where true meaning is.
Shall we go dance the hay, the hay? Never pipe could ever play Better shepherd's roundelay.
Who can live in heart so glad As the merry country lad?
If the shoe fits, wear it.
Much ado there was, God wot; He woold love, and she woold not, She sayd, "Never man was trewe;" He sayes, "None was false to you."
Good wares make good markets.
To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.