Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.

The noblest mind the best contentment has

For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame.