Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad, Because it makes us smile.