John Lyly (1553 – 1606)
English writer, best known for his Euphues (1579).
Lette me stande to the maine chance.
A comely olde man as busie as a bee.
For experience teacheth me that straight trees have crooked roots.
As lyke as one pease is to another.
A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.
Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble; many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.
I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.
I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.
How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings.
It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.
He reckoneth without his Hostesse. Love knoweth no lawes.
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
A clere conscience is a sure carde.
Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde.
That honourable estate of Matrimony, which was sanctified in Paradise, allowed of the Patriarches, hallowed of the olde Prophets, and commended of al persons.
Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.
There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.