But I am constant as the Northern Star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; not the soldier's which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.

Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.