My soul I'll pour into thee.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.

He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.

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

Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.