Remember that in all miseries lamenting becomes fools, and action, wise folk.
Vice is but a nurse of agonies.
Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.
Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.
Doing good is the only certainly happy action of a man's life.
Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.