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

My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.

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.

How vainly men themselves amaze, / To win the palm, the oak, or bays; / And their incessant labours see / Crowned from some single herb or tree.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

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

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