The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.
Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.