Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.

My Thoughts And I Were Of Another World.

There Is No Bounty To Be Showed To Such As Have Real Goodness: Bounty Is A Spice Of Virtue; And What Virtuous Act Can Take Effect On Them That Have No Power Of Equal Habitude To Apprehend It?

Poets Are Far Rarer Birds Than Kings.

A Lily Of A Day Is Fairer Far In May, Although It Fall And Die That Night, It Was The Plant And Flower Of Light. In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See, And In Short Measures Life May Perfect Be.

Let Those That Merely Talk And Never Think, That Live In The Wild Anarchy Of Drink