The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.

Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.

In the stars is written the death of every man.

Patience is a conquering virtue.

Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.

Many a true word is spoken in jest

Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.