The stones and trees, insensible to time, / Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen; / If Winter come, and greenness then do fade / A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; / But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge -- fitter to bruise than polish.

My hope and treasure lies above

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold or all the riches that the East doth hold.

Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.

Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.