She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with pity: and when winter evenings fall early (sitting at her merry wheel), she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of fortune … and fears no manner of ill because she means none.
Thomas Overbury, A Fair and Happy Milkmaid.
In part to blame is she,Which hath without consent bin only tride:He comes to neere that comes to be denide.Thomas Overbury
An Ambitious woman shewes her selfe to bee a troublesome disturber of the world, powerfull to make smale things great, and great monstrousThomas Overbury
He disdains all things above his reach, and preferreth all countries above his own.Thomas Overbury