We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get.

Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.

Let the coming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.

What the great ones do, the less will prattle of

Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books; but love from look, toward school with heavy looks.