The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.