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.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.

For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.

Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.