
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.

None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.

He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me:
And hast command of every part
To live and die for thee.

Welcome, maids of honor, You doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her.

And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever.

Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.

It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.

Necessity makes dastards valiant men.

It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.

Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.

Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.

Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.

No pains. No gains

Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

Love is a circle that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of love.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.

Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

Give house-room to the best; 'tis never known
Verture and pleasure both to dwell in one.

Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

No, not Jove
Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.

Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noon.

The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine

Here we are all, by day; by night, we're hurled
By dreams, each one, into a several world.

Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend
Him, as He is, is labour without end.

Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent,
Adversity then breeds the discontent.

That age is best which is the first
When youth and blood are warmer.

When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.

You say to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.

Go to your banquet then, but use delight
So as to rise still with an appetite.

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

The readiness of doing doth expresse No other but the doer's willingnesse.

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.

In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall,
Short lot, or not, to be content with all.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.