Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.

Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.

Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.

A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

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.

Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.