“Nor shall our cups make any guilty men; But at our parting, we will be, as when We innocently met.”

In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

Men that talk of their own benefits are not believed to talk of them because they have done them, but to have done them because they might talk of them.

The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.

He that departs with his own honesty For Vulgar , doth it too dearly buy.

Where it concerns himself, Who’s angry at a slander, makes it true.

Success produces confidence; confidence relaxes industry, and negligence ruins the reputation which accuracy had raised.

A good poet’s made as well as born.

True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.

Mischiefs feed / Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed.

Words borrowed of Antiquity do lend a kind of Majesty to style, and are not without their delight sometimes.

Poets are far rarer birds than kings.

O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!

Money never made any man rich, but his mind. He that can order himself to the law of nature, is not only without the sense, but the fear of poverty.

That I might live alone once with my gold! O, ’tis a sweet companion! kind and true: A man may trust it when his father cheats him, Brother, or friend, or wife. O wondrous pelf! That which makes all men false, is true itself.

Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.

What excellent fools religion makes of men.

Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in

Then Mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea – a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie. They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another.

Mrs. Tiggy-winkle’s hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and very very wrinkly with the soap-suds; and all through her gown and her cap, there were HAIRPINS sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn’t like to sit too near her.

Tea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.

If you haven’t seen your wife smile at a traffic cop, you haven’t seen her smile her prettiest.

I’d love to go to that World Cup – I’m not sure in what capacity, but I’ll definitely be there. I know that nobody wants to miss it, least of all me.

What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?…Was ever anything so civil?

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.