Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.