His time's forever, everywhere his place.

Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.

Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.

Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!

I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.

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!

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