My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.

My Crown is in my heart, not on my head:
Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones:
Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content,
A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.

I think the King is but a man as I am: the violet smells to him as it doth to me.

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well