Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.

And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.

It is the highest of earthly honors to be descended from the great and good. They alone cry out against a noble ancestry who have none of their own.

I have been at my book; and am now past the craggy paths of study, and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation

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.

He that would have his virtue published, is not the servant of virtue, but glory.

Now we are all fallen, youth from their fear, And age from that which bred it, good example.