Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.

Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.

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.