Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.
Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
Conscience is a thousand swords.
Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.