"Souls are not Spaniards too; one friendly flood Of baptism blends them all into a blood. Christ's faith makes but one body of all souls, And love's that body's soul; no law controls Our free traffic for heav'n; we may maintain Peace, sure, with piety, though it come from Spain. What soul soe'er, in any language, can Speak heav'n like hers is my soul's countryman. Oh, 'tis not Spanish, but 'tis heav'n she speaks! 'Tis heaven that lies in ambush there, and breaks From thence into the wond'ring reader's breast, Who feels his warm heart hatched into a nest Of little eagles and young loves, whose high Flights scorn the lazy dust and things that die."

"If I were lost in misery What was it to Thy heaven and thee? What was it to Thy precious blood If my foul heart called for a flood? What if my faithless soul and I Would needs fall in With guilt and sin, What did the lamb that He should die? What did the lamb that He should need, When the wolf sins, Himself to bleed?"

"Love's great artillery."

"A rose as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone: A sweeter flower did Nature ne’er put forth, Nor fairer garden yet was never known."

"If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies."

"Let hearts and lippes speak lowd; and say Hail, door of life: and sourse of day! The door was shutt, the fountain seal'd; Yet Light was seen and Life reveald. The door was shutt, yet let in day, The fountain seald, yet life found way."

"I saw a mushroom stand in haughty pride, As if the lilies grew to be his slaves."

"And all the former causes of her moan Did therewith bury in oblivion."

"Well-languaged Daniel."

"A heavenly bevy of sweet English dames."

"Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span."

"The conscious water saw its God and blushed."

"Come on shore, Where no joy dies till Love hath gotten more."

"Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother; Death! ere thou hast slain another, Fair and learn'd, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee."

"For those sacred powers Tread on oblivion; no desert odours Can be entombed in their celestial breasts."

"Plot me no plots."

"What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtile flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life."

"Nose, nose, jolly red nose, And who gave thee that jolly red nose? Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves; And they gave me this jolly red nose."

"Mortality, behold and fear! What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones: Here they lie, had realms and lands, Who now want strength to stir their hands"

"She's private to herself and best of knowledge Whom she'll make so happy as to sigh for."

"He that hath such acuteness, and such wit, As would aske ten good heads to husband it; He that can write so well that no man dare Refuse it for the best, let him beware: BEAUMONT is dead, by whose sole death appeares, Wit’s a Disease consumes men in few yeares."

"Now though the blow that snatcht him hence, Stopt the Mouth of Eloquence, Though she be dumb e'r since his Death, Not us'd to speak but in his Breath; Yet if at least she not denies, The sad Language of our Eyes, We are contented: for then this Language none more fluent is. Nothing speaks our Grief so well As to speak nothing: Come then tell Thy mind in Tears who e'r thou be, That ow'st a Name to Misery: Eyes are Vocal, Tears have Tongues, And there be words not made with Lungs; Sententious showers, O let them fall, Their cadence is Rhetorical. Here's a Theme will drink th' expence Of all thy watry Eloquence; Weep then, onely be exprest Thus much, He's Dead, and Weep the rest."

"Steer, hither steer your wingèd pines, All beaten mariners! Here lie Love’s undiscover’d mines, A prey to passengers."

"A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer’s day."

"Whoe’er she be, That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me."

"The modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can,— “Here lies a truly honest man!”"

"Where’er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye, In shady leaves of destiny."

"Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again."

"Since ever and ever the world began They danced like a ribbon of flame, They have sung their song through the centuries long, And yet it is never the same. And though you be foolish or though you be wise, With hair of silver or gold, You can never be as young as the fairies are, And never be as old."

"I think mice Are rather nice. Their tails are long, Their faces small, They haven't any Chins at all. Their ears are pink, Their teeth are white. They run about the house at night They nibble things they shouldn't touch, And no one seems to like them much."

"There are fairies at the bottom of our garden! It's not so very, very far away; You pass the gardner's shed and you just keep straight ahead -- I do so hope they've really come to stay."

"The King is very proud and very handsome; The Queen--now you can quess who that could be (She's a little girl all day, but at night she steals away)? Well -- it's Me!"

"Beauty sat bathing by a spring"

"Into a slumber then I fell, When fond imagination Seemed to see, but could not tell Her feature or her fashion."

"Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed."

"Hard was their lodging, homely was their food; For all their luxury was doing good."

"I once admitted—to my shame— That football was a brutal game. Because She hates it."

"A barren superfluity of words."

"Her reasoning is full of tricks And butterfly suggestions, I know no point to which she sticks; She begs the simplest questions, And, when her premises are strong She always draws her inference wrong."

"To die is landing on some silent shore Where billows never break, nor tempests roar; Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er."

"Some fell by laudanum, and some by steel, And death in ambush lay in every pill."

"Harsh words, though pertinent, uncouth appear: None please the fancy, who offend the ear."

"I see the right, and I approve it too, Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue."

"And I oft have heard defended,— Little said is soonest mended."

"And he that gives us in these days New Lords may give us new laws."

"I loved a lass, a fair one, As fair as e'er was seen; She was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba queen: But, fool as then I was, I thought she loved me too: But now, alas! she's left me, Falero, lero, loo!"

"Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman’s fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, ’Cause another’s rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?"