Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw deep.

Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end.

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Yet I'll hammer it out.

Sin will pluck on sin.

I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.

Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow