Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Though music oft hath such a charm to make bad good, and good provoke to harm.
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo
A smile cures the wounding of a frown.
How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry.