How near to good is what is fair!
Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.
That old bald cheater, Time.
A good man will avoid the spot of any sin. The very aspersion is grievous, which makes him choose his way in his life, as he would in his journey.
O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!
Poets are far rarer birds than kings.