Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
... when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
He must have a long spoon that eats with the devil.
Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.
Love me little, love me long.
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.