Some falls the means are happier to rise.

I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor.

I may command where I adore.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them.

Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold.