Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.
Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.
See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.
All things do help the unhappy man to fall.
Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.
Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.