I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.
If you be King, why should not I succeed?
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.