Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

So much one man can do that does both act and know.

What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head.

He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.

Though I carry always some ill-nature about me, yet it is, I hope, no more than is in this world necessary for a preservative.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.