Willowes are weak, yet they bind other wood.
O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
He that passeth a winters day escapes an enemy.
Throw away thy rod, throw away thy wrath; O my God, take the gentle path.
Although the sun shine, leave not thy cloake at home.
Power seldome grows old at Court.