The Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.

All things that are, are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Poor and content, is rich and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.