The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly

Then Will I Raise Aloft The Milk-white Rose. For Whose Sweet Smell The Air Shall Be Perfumed.

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

A Good Sherris-sack Hath A Twofold Operation In It. It Ascends Me Into The Brain,... Makes It Apprehensive, Quick, Forgetive, Full Of Nimble, Fiery, And Delectable Shapes.

When We Our Betters See Bearing Our Woes, We Scarcely Think Our Miseries Our Foes.