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... Better is to boow then breake.
It hurteth not the tounge to geue fayre wurdis.
The rough net is not the best catcher of Burdis.
Sense ye can nought wyn, if ye can not please,
Best is to suffre: For of sufferance comth ease.
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... Better is to bow than break. It hurts not the tongue to give faire words. The rough net is not the best catcher of Birds. Since you can not win, if you can not please, Best is to suffer: For of sufferance comes ease.
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Part I, chapter 9.

 

John Heywood

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It needeth us to have knowing of the littleness of creatures and to hold as nought all-thing that is made, for to love and have God that is unmade. For this is the cause why we be not all in ease of heart and soul: that we seek here rest in those things that are so little, wherein is no rest, and know not our God that is All-mighty, All-wise, All-good. For He is the Very Rest. God willeth to be known, and it pleaseth Him that we rest in Him; for all that is beneath Him sufficeth not us. And this is the cause why that no soul is rested till it is made nought as to all things that are made. When it is willingly made nought, for love, to have Him that is all, then is it able to receive spiritual rest.

 

Julian of Norwich

 

Nought venter nought haue. spare to speake spare to spéede.
Vnknowne vnkyst. it is loste that is vnsought.
As good séeke nought (quoth I) as seeke and finde nought.

 

John Heywood

 

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile —her look —her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day" -
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 

Thinking is but an idle waste of thought,
And nought is everything and everything is nought.

 

Horace Smith

 

Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.

 

John Lyly