Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.
Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.