Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
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.