Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Good things should be praised.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.
Exit, pursued by a bear.
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated