Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.

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

To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he is to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while you may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine

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.

Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.

Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.