Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

On painting and fighting looke aloofe.

On painting and fighting looke aloofe.

Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.

Hee that is in a towne in May loseth his spring.

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.

What, lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.

What, lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.

Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

He gives twice who gives quickly.
[Lat., Bis dat qui cito dat.]
- credited to Publius read more

He gives twice who gives quickly.
[Lat., Bis dat qui cito dat.]
- credited to Publius Syrus Mimus,

Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.