Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.
O time, thou must untangle this, not I. It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
Men have marble, women waxen, minds.