"The fields breath sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit."

"Blest is that government where no art thrives."

"What is Logicke but the highe waie to wrangling, contayning in it a world of bibble babble. Neede we anie of your Gre…"

"Evermore mayst thou be canonized as the Nonparreille of impious epistlers."

"The Sun shineth as well on the good as the bad: God from on high beholdeth all the workers of iniquity, as well as th…"

"O, 'tis a precious apophthegmatical pedant who will find matter enough to dilate a whole day of the first invention o…"

"Dreaming is no other than groaning, while sleep our surgeon hath us in cure."

"A dream is nothing else but the echo of our conceits in the day."

"A dream is nothing else but a bubbling scum or froth of the fancy, which the day hath left undigested; or an after-fe…"

"Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant King, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth …"