7.
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East.
8. A man's nature runs either to herbs or weeds; therefore, let him seasonably water the one, and destroy the other.
9.
'Tis all men's office to speak patience
To those that wring under the load of sorrow.
10.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
11. No more the juice of Egypt's grape shall moist his lip.
12.
There Shakespeare's self, with every garland crowned,
Flew to those fairy climes his fancy sheen.