In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.

To the Virgins, To Make much of Time Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he’s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he is to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while you may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.