All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.

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

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

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.

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

Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.

The present is an eternal now.