What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.