“Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.”

Lost is the time that you don’t spend for love.

Perhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”

A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.

A fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate.

It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.

Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th’eternal flowering spring

They make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.

True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.

None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.

O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden’s hold,–a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.

Then amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame

He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.

Virtue’s guard is labor; ease, her sleep.

The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.

O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees.

Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Things aren’t always as they seem – Jesus had to die to rise from the grave.

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.

I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

The only people who don’t have problems are in a cemetery.

All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.