Who are a little wise the best fools be.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.
ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels.
As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.