Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.

Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well

The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.

Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.