My love is thine to teach; teach it but how, And thou shalt see how apt it is to learn. Any hard lesson that may do thee good.

Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping?

But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil; With them forgive yourself.

If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!