There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.

Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.

Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.

To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man's, into the world, as it is God's.

Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.

May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.

Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.