Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.

The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

Astrologers that future fates foreshow.

Time conquers all, and we must time obey.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.