Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low.
It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes.
In ways to greatness think on this, That slippery all ambition is.
Wealth cannot make a life, but Love.
The body is the soul’s poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may...
Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.
Roses at first were white, Till thy co’d not agree, Whether my Sapho’s breast, Or they more white sho’d be.
Whatever comes, let’s be content withal; Among God’s blessings there is not one small.
Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.
In vain our labours are, whatsoe’er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.
Like will to like, each creature loves his kind.
Buying, possessing, accumulating – this is not worldliness. But doing this in the love of it, with no love of God paramount – doing it so that thoughts of eternity and God are an intrusion – doing it so that one’s spirit is secularized in the process; this is worldliness.
O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine.
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.
Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.
Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.