Words writ in waters.

Love is Natures second sun.

Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.

Perfect happiness, by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought.

Pure innovation is more gross than error.

Fortune, the great commandress of the world, Hath divers ways to advance her followers: To some she gives honor without deserving; To other some, deserving without honor; Some wit, some wealth,--and some, wit without wealth; Some wealth without wit; some nor wit nor wealth.

News as wholesome as the morning air.