The world is but a large prison, out of which some are daily selected for execution.

No mortal thing can bear so high a price, But that with mortal thing it may be bought.

But in vain she did conjure him, To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him And but one to bid him go. When lips invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay,-- What boots to say Forego me now, come to me soon.

Go, Soul, the body

No man is esteemed for gay garments but by fools and women.

Use your youth so that you may have comfort to remember it when it has forsaken you, and not sigh and grieve at the account thereof.