Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and their parliament within doors, and to compose and determine all emergent differences there.
Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out; the Sun is lost, and the earth, and no mans wit can well direct him where to look for it.