Nose, nose, holly red nose, And who gave thee that jolly red nose? Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves; And they gave me this jolly red nose.

We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him?

There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty.

An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water. [Fr., L'injure se grave en metal; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde.]

All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.

Deeds, not words.