The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
He made all countries where he came his own.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.