If thou do ill, the joy fades, not the pains. — Deeds

"He covets less Than misery itself would give; rewards His deeds with doing them, and is content To spend the time to end it."

"O, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed is chronicled in hell."

"Who doth right deeds Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile."

"I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts, And will with deeds requite thy gentleness."

"Linjure se grave en métal; et le bienfait sescrit en londe."

"Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets."