Quotes from Nicholas Breton

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."

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.

If the shoe fits, wear it.