Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

This is the month, and this the happy morn,

wherein the Son of heaven's eternal King,

of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born,

our great redemption from above did bring.

And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

They changed their minds, Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell.

For Man to tell how human life began is hard; for who himself beginning knew?

Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread.

United thoughts and counsels, equal hope And hazard in the glorious enterprise.

As bees
In spring-time, when the sun with Taurus rides,
Pour forth their populous youth about the hive.

As therefore the state of man now is, what wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear, without the knowledge of good and evil?

Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear.

True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.

Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul.

Money brings honor, friends, conquest, and realms.

I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle.

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.

We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.

And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.

The first and wisest of them all professed
To know this only, that he nothing knew.