None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.