1.
There is nothing wherein their womanliness is more honestly garnished than with silence.
Nicholas Udall
2.
There hath grown no grass on my heels since I went hence.
Nicholas Udall
3.
Gay love, God save it, so soone hotte, so soone colde.
Nicholas Udall
4.
I am sorie God made me so comely.
Nicholas Udall
5.
For Myrth prolongeth lyfe, and causeth health.
Nicholas Udall
6.
Wowers never speede well, that have a false harte.
Nicholas Udall
7.
That same manne, that renneth awaye,Maye again fight, an other daye.
Nicholas Udall
8.
Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele.
Nicholas Udall