“Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.”

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!

For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.

He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.

None but the brave deserve the fair.

Swift was the race, but short the time to run.

Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.

The bravest men are subject most to chance.

When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.

Love is not in our choice but in our fate.