Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.
Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.
You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.
In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity