Apoplexie and lethargie, As forlorn hope, assault the enemy.

For where's the State beneath the Firmament, That doth excell the Bees for Government?

The world's a stage where God's omnipotence, His justice, knowledge, love, and providence Do act the parts.

In every hedge and ditch both day and night We fear our death, of every leafe affright.

And swans seem whiter if swart crowes be by.

I take the world to be but as a stage,Where net-maskt men do play their personage.

Much like the French (or like ourselves, their apes),Who with strange habit do disguise their shapes;Who loving novels, full of affectation,Receive the manners of each other nation.

What is well done is done soon enough.

There is no Theam more plentifull to scan, Then is the glorious goodly frame of Man.

Bright-flaming, heat-full fire,The source of motion.

The will for deed I doe accept.

We have next to consider the formal definition of virtue.

Trust is something that happens within people only when it is created between people.

Longevity is the key to success.

You have to press against the pressure that’s pressing against you!

A theology whose god is a metaphor is wasting its time.

Starting our day off with a dose of negativity can have lasting effects.

so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I love my little overgrown yard. And my house is wonderful. It's everything that I need.

The Paralympians have lifted the cloud of limitation.