O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.
I bear a charmed life.
A ministering angel shall my sister be.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.