Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Shakespeare was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of the books to read nature; he looked inward, and found her there.
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
None but the brave deserve the fair.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.