“What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lim…” — 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.