Well has he lived who has lived well in obscurity.
It is ill to marry in the month of May.
Dripping water hollows out a stone
Simplicity, very rare in our age.
The bold adventurer succeeds the best.
Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.