And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.

In naked beauty most adorned.

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.

Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.

Lords are lordliest in their wine.

From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.