Be to yourself as you would to your friend.

The most peerless piece of earth, I think, that e' er the sun shone bright on.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddess she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,Both thanks and use.

To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!