Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

The starry cope Of heaven.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble Education; laborious indeed at first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.

I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.