Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It’s not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well.
Know when to speak – for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt. Nothing’s so hard but search will find it out.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
The body is the soul’s poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.