Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom.
Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.
Weigh the meaning and look not at the words.
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat.
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.