There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

Thy Husband Is Thy Lord, Thy Life, Thy Keeper, Thy Head, Thy Sovereign; One That Cares For Thee, And For Thy Maintenance Commits His Body To Painful Labour Both By Sea And Land, To Watch The Night In Storms, The Day In Cold, Whilst Thou Liest Warm At Home, Secure And Safe; And Craves No Other Tribute At Thy Hands But Love, Fair Looks And True Obedience; Too Little Payment For So Great A Debt.

Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.