Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
Greatest god below the sky.
The noblest mind the best contentment has
Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.
Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.