“Man’s wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.”

Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.

So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.

Fretting grief the enemy of life.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.

From good to bad, and from bad to worse, From worse unto that is worst of all, And then return to his former fall.

Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king.

Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile

All flesh doth frailty breed!

Good kids are like sunsets. We take them for granted. Every evening they disappear. Most parents never imagine how hard they try to please us, and how miserable they feel when they think they have failed.

For I have known them all already, known them all—Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

I screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.

Good cricket stories, music, and some yummy food is the perfect recipe for a great evening.

Hide our ignorance as we will, an evening of wine soon reveals it.

I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.

Rest but never quit. Even the sun has a sinking spell each evening. But it always rises the next morning. At sunrise, every soul is born again.

I need some more reasons to live out this evening.