Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well
Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.