Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
Take the good the gods provide thee.
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.