The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.

She bathed with roses red, And violets blew. And all the sweetest flowres That in the forrest grew.

So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Thankfulness is the tune of angels.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

We all can give in to our inner critic. I don’t know about you, but I would never allow anyone to speak to me the way I speak to myself! I wouldn’t be their friend!

The only depth where I can breathe, and don't need to fight for air, is in your love.

To every dreamer, you direct the light of all the world!

I'd like to die with my boots on.

That's a good weight...for a small woman

While nothing is more uncertain than a single life, nothing is more certain than the average duration of a thousand lives.

Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

I'm just one of the lucky people. I have no other reason for my longevity.

We've got blue light, we've got all this light flooding our bedrooms and things blinking, and you can't get a decent night's sleep.

It is a vain hope to make people happy by politics.