Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

A man can die but once.

Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.

They have a plentiful lack of wit.

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.

Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.