Expressive glances Shall be our lances And pops of Sillery Our light artillery.

Our bodies are but the anvils of pain and disease and our minds the hives of unnumbered cares.

Take special care that thou never trust any friend or servant with any matter that may endanger thine estate; for so shalt thou make thyself a bond-slave to him that thou trustest, and leave thyself always to his mercy.

Whoso desireth to govern well and securely, it behoveth him to have a vigilant eye to the proceedings of great princes, and to consider seriously of their designs.

Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.

Hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over.

But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.