Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.
The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.
Music, the mosaic of the air.
What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head.
Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.
He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.