The things we pray for, good Lord, give us grace to labor for.
A good tale evil told were better untold, and an evil take well told need none other solicitor.
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine
One man to live in pleasure and wealth, whiles all other weap and smart for it, that is the part not of a king, but of a jailor.
To gold and silver nature hath given no use that we may not well lack.
I die the king's faithful servant, but God's first.