If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage.

He's of the colour of the nutmeg. And of the heat of the ginger.... he is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him, but only in patient stillness while his rider mounts him; he is indeed a horse, and all other jades you may call beasts.

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud!

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.