Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.

Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.

s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.

Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.

I never had any other desire so strong, and so like covetousness, as that ... I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.

As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.

Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.