The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.

But times do change and move continually.

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

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.

Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.