Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed.
Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.