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.

Blueness doth express trueness.

A good king is a public servant.

I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.

I'll give anything for a good copy now, be it true or false, so it be news.

Rich apparel has strange virtues; it makes him that hath it without means esteemed for an excellent wit; he that enjoys it with means puts the world in remembrance of his means.

He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.