Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.

Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.

Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.