Love goes toward love.
When faced with a sea of troubles, take action, and in so doing end it.
No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!