“Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.”

The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!

To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.

When Israel was from bondage led,Led by the Almighty’s handFrom out of foreign land,The great sea beheld and fled.

Nothing in Nature’s sober found, But an eternal Health goes round. Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high

This a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.

Curs’d be that wretch (Death’s factor sure) who brought Dire swords into the peaceful world, and taught Smiths (who before could only make.

Hope! fortune’s cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!

To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.

Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.

As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.

The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made themselves, under whatsoever form it be of government

I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life to the culture of them and the study of nature.

Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; ‘Tis fill’d wherever thou dost tread, Nature’s self’s thy Ganymede.

Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!

When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree

Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.