Who covets more is evermore a slave.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Wrinkles no more are, or no less,
Than beauty turn'd to sourness.
Poverty And Riches
Who with a little cannot be content,
Endures an everlasting punishment.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
Truth and Falsehood
Truth by her own simplicity is known,
Falsehood by varnish and vermilion.
Love, What It Is
Love is a circle, that doth restless move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.
In man, ambition is the common'st thing;
Each one by nature loves to be a king.