He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine
Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.
I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.