Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
The best apology against false accusers is silence.
More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.
I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.
A short retirement urges a sweet return.
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.