Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer; But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

Thy friendship makes us fresh.

Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

See first that the design is wise and just: that ascertained, pursue it resolutely; do not for one repulse forego the purpose that you resolved to effect.

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

You know who you are, but know not who you could be.

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away