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

A prosperous state makes a secure Christian, but adversity makes him Consider.

I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't advance,/ They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance.

That when we live no more, We may live ever

If ever wife was happy in a man, compare with me, ye women if you can.

I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.

Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.