For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet Though to itself it only live and die
A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.