Hang those that talk of fear.

Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.

Travelers must be content.

...too much sadness hath congealed your blood,And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.