Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative.

Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.

Love is not in our choice but in our fate.

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

To so perverse a sex all grace is vain.

The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.