The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.

They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.

Listen to many, speak to a few.

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.

Man and wife, being two, are one in love.

Beauty lives with kindness.