Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending; a negligent youth is usually attended by an ignorant middle age, and both by an empty old age.

Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.

Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, I here, though there, yet both but one.

To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings/Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun/For my mean Pen are too superior things.

If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

We must, therefore, be here as strangers and pilgrims, that we may plainly declare that we seek a city above.

I happy am, if well with you.