Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
Fair words never hurt the tongue.
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
Be free all worthy spirits, and stretch yourselves, for greatness and for height.
News as wholesome as the morning air.
Young men think old men are fools, but old men know young men are fools.