Hee that eats the hard shall eate the ripe.
Had you the world on your Chesse-bord, you could not fill all to your mind.
Church bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood, The land of spices; something understood.
Happie is hee that chastens himselfe.
Hee lookes not well to himselfe that lookes not ever.
Cruelty is more cruell, if we defer the pain.