Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
Greatest god below the sky.
Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.
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.