There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.

Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride, Call countryants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Sleep is pain's easiest salve