A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.

The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air than in the hand.

The bee enclosed and through the amber shown Seems buried in the juice which was his own.

There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season.

The worst men often give the best advice.

Above all, believe it, the sweetest canticle is Nunc dimittis, when a man hath obtained worthy ends and expectations. Death hath this also, that it openeth the gate to good fame, and extinguisheth envy.

He that plots to be the only figure among ciphers [zeros], is the decay of the whole age.