Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current, and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss.

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.

When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound of civil liberty attained that wise men look for.

Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! How glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.