Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

And a man's life's no more than to say "One."

Bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest.

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away

For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.

Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.

The bird that hath been limed in a bush, with trembling wings misdoubteth every bush.