Good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used.

Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.