 Each goodly thing is hardest to begin. |
| What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty? |
| And all for love, and nothing for reward. |
| I was promised on a time - to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason. |
| Gold all is not that doth golden seem. |
| Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please. |
| And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw. |
| Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. |
| It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor. |
| The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death. |
| He that strives to touch the starts, oft stumbles at a straw. |
