We do pray for mercy, and that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.

I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.

Thus weary of the world, away she hies, And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted through the empty skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd; Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself and not be seen.

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?

Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.