All the world’s bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.

The Sunflow’r, thinking ‘twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t’ excuse the blame; It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head.

Be kind and considerate with your criticism. It’s just as hard to write a bad book as it is to write a good book.

The world’s a scene of changes.

All this world’s noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!

Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.

His time’s forever, everywhere his place.

To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.

I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast...

Why to mute fish should’st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?