His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!
And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.
What the great ones do, the less will prattle of
What is past is prologue.
My chastity's the jewel of our house, bequeathed down from many ancestors.
But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.