There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.

His time's forever, everywhere his place.

What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?

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

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.

What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!