The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.

Know When To Speak - For Many Times It Brings Danger, To Give The Best Advice To Kings.

No, Not Jove Himselfe, At One Time, Can Be Wise And Love.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

Cherry-ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I Cry, Full And Fair Ones; Come And Buy. If So Be You Ask Me Where They Do Grow, I Answer: There, Where My Julia's Lips Do Smile; There's The Land, Or Cherry-isle, Whose Plantations Fully Show All The Year Where Cherries Grow.

The May-pole Is Up, Now Give Me The Cup; I'll Drink To The Garlands Around It; But First Unto Those Whose Hands Did Compose The Glory Of Flowers That Crown'd It.