The person lives twice who lives the first life well
Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
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.
Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.