It's useful that there should be Gods, so let's believe there are.

Adde, quod ingénues didicisse fideliter artes Emollit mores, nec sinit esse fervos. To be instructed in the arts, softens the manners and makes men gentle.

Gifts, believe me, captivate both men and Gods, Jupiter himself was won over and appeased by gifts.

Haste is productive of injury, and so is too much hesitation. He is the wisest man who does everything at the proper time.

God gave man an upright countenance to survey the heavens, and to look upward to the stars.

A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam, A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream? Or seen rich rubies blushing through A pure smooth pearl, and orient too? So like to this, nay all the rest, Is each neat niplet of her breast.

Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]