Robert Herrick

Tears are the noble language of the eye.

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.

Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.