Men perish with whispering sins-nay, with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience that they are sins, as often with crying sins; and in hell there shall meet as many men that never thought what was sin, as that spent all their thoughts in the compassing of sin.

True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore ; this is the second of our reign.

Goe and catche a falling starre, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past yeares are, Or who cleft the Divel's foot. Teach me to hear Mermaides' singing, Or to keep of envies stinging, And finde What winde Serves to advance an honest minde.

Oft from new truths, and new phrase, new doubts grow, As strange attire aliens the men we know.

God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.

Sleep is pain's easiest salve