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

Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge -- fitter to bruise than polish.

I wish my Sun may never set, but burn.

Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending.

I happy am, if well with you.

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold or all the riches that the East doth hold.

I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits.