He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.
They say everything in the world is good for something.
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
Shakespeare was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of the books to read nature; he looked inward, and found her there.
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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.