The way to rise is to obey and please.

As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.

There is no doctrine will do good where nature is wanting.

Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.

I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.

The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.

The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.