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

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.

Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.

Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

The person lives twice who lives the first life well