O, Reason Not The Need!

I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

Smooth Runs The Water Where The Brook Is Deep.

Unless Hours Were Cups Of Sack, And Minutes Capons, And Clocks The Tongues Of Bawds, And Dials The Signs Of Leaping-houses, And The Blessed Sun Himself A Fair Hot Wench In Flame-colored Taffeta, I See No Reason Why Thou Shouldst Be So Superfluous To Demand The Time Of The Day.

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.