Oh! blame not the bard.

See me safe up: for in my coming down, I can shift for myself.

Lord, give me a sense of humor so that I may take some happiness from this life and share it with others.

No more like together than is chalke to coles.

They set great store by their gardens . . . Their studie and deligence herein commeth not only of pleasure, but also of a certain strife and contention . . . concerning the trimming, husbanding, and furnishing of their gardens; everye man or his owne parte.

For men use, if they have an evil turn, to write it in marble; and whoso doth us a good turn we write it in dust.

I die the king's faithful servant, but God's first.