It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.

The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.

Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.

And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.

Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.