Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion

What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.

Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!

What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.