I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face.

Friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure.

A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.

The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.