The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

The gain of lying is nothing else but not to be trusted of any, nor to be believed when we say the truth.

Our souls, piercing through the impurity of flesh, behold the highest heaven, and thence bring knowledge to contemplate the ever-during, glory and termless joy.

If thou marry beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which, perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year.

A wandering minstrel I A thing of shreds and patches Of ballads, songs and snatches And dreamy lullaby!

[It is a basic principle of a tyrant] to unarm his people of weapons, money and all means whereby they resist his power.

A man must first govern himself ere he is fit to govern a family; and his family ere he be fit to bear the government of the commonwealth.