"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!"

"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."

"In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart."

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

"Like will to like, each creature loves his kind; Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind."

"'Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend Him, as He is, is labour without end."

"A little buttery, and therein A little bin Which keeps my little loaf of bread Unclipt, unflead. Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar Make me a fire, Close by whose living coal I sit, And glow like it."

"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."

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

"Against diseases here the strongest fence Is the defensive virtue, abstinence."

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

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

"When fear admits no hope of safety, then Necessity makes dastards valiant men."

"If anything delight me for to print My book, 'tis this: that Thou, my God, art in't."

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

"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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

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

"Temptations hurt not, though they have access: Satan o'ercomes none, but by willingness."

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

"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."

"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."

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

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

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

"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."

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

"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."

"Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they playèd at Bo-Peep, Did soon draw in again."

"I do love I know not what, Sometimes this and sometimes that."

"Like to These garden-glories, which here be The flowery-sweet resemblances of thee."

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

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

"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."

"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."

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

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