All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
Be secret and discreet; the fairy favors are lost when not concealed.
Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.