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.
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!