Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.
Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.