All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity.

What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.