So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

...an old man is twice a child.

Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.

There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times.

O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho sing, heigh-ho unto the green holly Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh-ho the holly This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend rememberd not.