It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns, Bring dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights To him who wears the regal diadem
Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.
The timely dew of sleep.
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but license.