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.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.