Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
My soul I'll pour into thee.
Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.
Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.