Sleep, Nurse of our life, Care’s best reposer

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.

I must no less commend the study of anatomy, which whosoever considers, I believe will never be an atheist; the frame of man's body and coherence of his parts, being so strange and paradoxal, that I hold it to be the greatest miracle of …

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

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.

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.