I must no less commend the study of anatomy, which whosoever…

He that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself, for every man hath need to be forgiven.

A good rider on a good horse, is as much above himself and others, as this world can make him.

Our life is but a dark and stormy night, To which sense yields a weak and glimmering light, While wandering Man thinks he discerneth all By that which makes him but mistake and fall.

Now that the April of your youth adorns The garden of your face.

Sleep, Nurse of our life, Care’s best reposer, Nature's high'st rapture, and the vision giver.

The sunn must lend his goulden beames, Soft windes their breath, green trees their shade, Sweete fields their flowers, cleare springs their streams, Ere such another smyle bee made.