When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.

I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful

In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.

And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night.

Greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.