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.

Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.

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

T is the will that makes the action good or ill.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

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.