"When the artless doctor sees No one hope, but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!When his potion and his pill Has, or none, or little skill, Meet for nothing, but to kill; Sweet Spirit, comfort me!"

"Let moderation on thy passions wait; Who loves too much, too much the lov'd will hate."

"Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard but search will find it out."

"Twixt truth and error there's this difference known; Error is fruitful, truth is only one."

"Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed: The coward then takes arms and does the deed."

"Know when to speak; for many times it brings Danger to give the best advice to kings."

"Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall."

"Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell; A little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof; Under the spars of which I lie Both soft and dry."

"No, not Jove Himself, at one time, can be wise and love."

"Night makes no difference 'twixt the priest and clerk; Joan as my lady is as good i' th' dark."

"Thus times do shift; each thing his turn does hold: New things succeed, as former things grow old."

"'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known: Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own."

"We credit most our sight; one eye doth please Our trust far more than ten ear-witnesses."

"Here she lies, in bed of spice, Fair as Eve in Paradise: For her beauty it was such Poets could not praise too much. Virgins, come, and in a ring Her supremest requiem sing; Then depart, but see ye tread Lightly, lightly, o'er the dead."

"The readiness of doing doth express No other but the doer's willingness."

"We such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad; And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine."

"When words we want, Love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write."

"In things a moderation keep: Kings ought to shear, not skin their sheep."

"Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing."

"Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows The liquefaction of her clothes.Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!"

"That happiness does still the longest thrive, Where joys and griefs have turns alternative."

"If little labour, little are our gains: Man's fortunes are according to his pains."

"I saw a fly within a bead Of amber cleanly burièd; The urn was little, but the room More rich than Cleopatra's tomb."

"Men are suspicious, prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present government."

"Of both our fortunes good and bad we find Prosperity more searching of the mind: Felicity flies o'er the wall and fence, While misery keeps in with patience."

"Let wealth come in by comely thrift And not by any sordid shift; 'Tis haste Makes waste: Extremes have still their fault: The softest fire makes the sweetest malt: Who grips too hard the dry and slippery sand Holds none at all, or little in his hand."

"Here a pretty baby lies Sung asleep with lullabies; Pray be silent, and not stir Th' easy earth that covers her."

"Go to your banquet then, but use delight, So as to rise still with an appetite. Love is a thing most nice, and must be fed To such a height, but never surfeited. What is beyond the mean is ever ill: Tis best to feed Love, but not overfill."

"A cat I keep that plays about my house, Grown fat With eating many a miching mouse. To these A Tracy I do keep whereby I please The more my rural privacy; Which are But toys to give my heart some ease; Where care None is, slight things do lightly please."

"The stars of the night Will lend thee their light Like tapers clear without number."

"What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love."

"A little saint best fits a little shrine, A little prop best fits a little vine: As my small cruse best fits my little wine."

"None pities him that's in the snare, And, warned before, would not beware."

"Who with a little cannot be content, Endures an everlasting punishment."

"Let's live with that small pittance that we have; Who covets more, is evermore a slave."

"He who has suffered shipwreck fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale."

"But if that golden age would come again, And Charles here rule, as he before did reign; ... I should delight to have my curls half drown'd In Tyrian dews, and head with roses crown'd; And once more yet, ere I am laid out dead, Knock at a star with my exalted head."

"Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. No Will-o'-th'-Wisp mislight thee, Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee; But on, on thy way Not making a stay, Since ghost there's none to affright thee."

"Hast thou attempted greatness? then go on: Back-turning slackens resolution."

"Praise they that will times past; I joy to see Myself now live: this age best pleaseth me."

"No marigolds yet closèd are, No shadows great appear."

"Here a solemn fast we keep, While all beauty lies asleep Hush'd be all things—no noise here— But the toning of a tear: Or a sigh of such as bring Cowslips for her covering."

"For pity, sir, find out that bee Which bore my love away. I'll seek him in your bonnet brave, I'll seek him in your eyes."

"The body sins not, 'tis the will That makes the action, good or ill."

"Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say Birds choose their mates, and couple too this day; But by their flight I never can divine When I shall couple with my valentine."

"Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall, Short lot or not, to be content with all."

"Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here a while, To blush and gently smile, And go at last."

"Good-morrow to the day so fair, Good-morning, sir, to you; Good-morrow to mine own torn hair, Bedabbled with the dew."

"Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood: Who as soon fell fast asleep As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings, but not stir The earth that lightly covers her."