Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.

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

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

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

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.

My soul I'll pour into thee.