Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, but must be current.

Advice is the smallest current coin.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offense returning, to regain Love once possess'd

This is not a flip of the coin.

Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown/ In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities.

Love that is hoarded moulds at lastUntil we know some dayThe only thing we ever haveIs what we give away.