"I thinke it not amisse to forewarne you that you thrust as few wordes of many sillables into your verse as may be: and hereunto I might alledge many reasons: first the most auncient English wordes are of one sillable, so that the more monasyllables that you use, the truer Englishman you shall seeme, and the lesse you shall smell of the Inkehorne."

"Sing lullabie, as women do, Wherewith they bring their babes to rest; And lullabie can I sing to, As womanly as can the best."

"Crookebackt hee was, toothshaken, and blere eyed, Went on three feete, and somtyme, crept on fowre, With olde lame boanes, that ratled by his syde, His scalpe all pild, and hee with eld forlore: His withred fist still knocking at Death's dore, Fumbling, and driveling, as hee drawes his breath, For briefe, the shape and messenger of Death."

"So in this way of writing without thinking, Thou hast a strange alacrity in sinking."

"His drinke, the running streame, his cup, the bare Of his palme cloasde, his bed, the hard cold ground: To this poore life was Misery ybound."

"The wrathfull winter proching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybarde the treene, And olde Saturnus, with his frosty face With chilling cold had pearst the tender greene."

"And sorrowing I to see the sommer flowers, The lively greene, the lusty lease, forlorne, The sturdy trees so shattred with the showers, The fieldes so fade, that florisht so beforne: It taught mee well, all earthly things be borne To dye the death: for nought long time may last: The sommer's beauty yeeldes to winter's blast."

"Master Gascoigne is not to bee abridged of his deserved esteeme, who first beate the path to that perfection which our best Poets have aspired too since his departure."

"From shortly after his death until the present Gascoigne's reputation as the foremost poet of his generation and as a precursor of the great Elizabethans has remained constant."

"The Raynbowe bending in the skye, Bedeckte with sundrye hewes, Is lyke the seate of God on hye, And seemes to tell these newes: That as thereby he promised, To drowne the worlde no more, So by the bloud whiche Christe hath shead, He will oure health restore."

"Of justice yet must God in fine restore, This noble crowne unto the lawful heire For right will alwayes live, and rise at length, But wrong can never take deepe roote to last."

"Full many wanton babes have I, Which must be stilld with lullabie."

"What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long, That ever amid our playing I hear but their low, lone song?"

"Yes! but there's something greater That speaks to the heart alone: 'T is the voice of the great Creator Dwells in that mighty tone."

"Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream."

"Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear Thou ever wilt remain; One only hope my heart can cheer,— The hope to meet again. Oh, fondly on the past I dwell, And oft recall those hours When, wandering down the shady dell, We gathered the wild-flowers. Yes, life then seemed one pure delight, Tho' now each spot looks drear; Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight, To memory thou art dear. Oft in the tranquil hour of night, When stars illume the sky, I gaze upon each orb of light, And wish that thou wert by. I think upon that happy time, That time so fondly loved, When last we heard the sweet bells chime, As thro' the fields we roved."

"Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming, Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer."

"Education ent only books and music – it's asking questions, all the time. There are millions of us, all over the country, and no one, not one of us, is asking questions, we're all taking the easiest way out."

"And then I saw the menu, stained with tea and beautifully written by a foreign hand, and on top it said…"Chips with everything". Chips with every damn thing. You breed babies and you eat chips with everything."

"Set a beggar on horseback, and they say he will never light."

"Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest: Ah! wanton, will ye?"

"Away he flew, for why? his wings were dry; But left the arrow sticking in my breast, That sore I grieved I welcomed such a guest."

"If the electrician who comes to mend my fuse blows it instead, so I should stop having electricity? I should cut off my light? Socialism is my light, can you understand that?"

"His shaft procur'd a sharp, yet sugar'd smart."

"There is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you: and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country."

"Tread on a worm and it will turn."

"Deceiving world, that with alluring toys Hast made my life the subject of thy scorn, And scornest now to lend thy fading joys, T'outlength my life, whom friends have left forlorn; How well are they that die ere they be born, And never see thy sleights, which few men shun Till unawares they helpless are undone!"

"Cupid abroad was lated in the night, His wings were wet with ranging in the rain."

"I had as lief have their room as their company."

"So soon kills not the basilisk with sight, The viper's tooth is not so venomous, The adder's tongue not half so dangerous, As they that bear the shadow of delight, Who chain blind youths in trammels of their hair, Till waste brings woe, and sorrow hastes despair."

"He that will not when he may, When he desires shall surely purchase nay."

"Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content; The quiet mind is richer than a crown; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown: Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss."

"A noble mind disdains to hide his head, And let his foes triumph in his overthrow."

"Obscurèd life sets down a type of bliss: A mind content both crown and kingdom is."

"To dry his plumes: I heard the boy complain; I op'd the door, and granted his desire, I rose myself, and made the wag a fire."

"Ah! what is love? It is a pretty thing, As sweet unto a shepherd as a king; And sweeter too, For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, And cares can make the sweetest love to frown; Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain?"

"For kings have often fears when they do sup, Where shepherds dread no poison in their cup."

"Time is...Time was...Time is past."

"Hangs in th' uncertain balance of proud time."

"Sweet Adon, dar'st not glance thine eye— N'oserez vous, mon bel ami?— Upon thy Venus that must die? Je vous en prie, pity me; N'oserez vous, mon bel, mon bel, N'oserez vous, mon bel ami?"

"The more the fox is curst, the better he fares."

"When gods had fram'd the sweet of women's face, And lock'd men's looks within their golden hair, That Phœbus blush'd to see their matchless grace, And heavenly gods on earth did make repair; To 'quip fair Venus' overweening pride, Love's happy thoughts to jealousy were tied. Then grew a wrinkle on fair Venus' brow; The amber sweet of love is turn'd to gall; Gloomy was heaven; bright Phœbus did avow He could be coy, and would not love at all, Swearing, no greater mischief could be wrought Than love united to a jealous thought."

"The swain did woo; she was nice, Following fashion, nay'd him twice."

"Her maiden mount, the dwelling-house of Pleasure; Not like, for why no like surpasseth wonder: O, blest is he may bring such beauties under, Or search by suit the secrets of that treasure!"

"And in a sable mantle of disgrace Sat he that is y-clepèd heaven's bright eye."