There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.
You are a tedious fool.
Men's vows are women's traitors
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.