What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before. 
Humble we must be, if to heaven we go; High is the roof there, but the gate is low. 
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke. 
Next, when I cast mine eyes and seeThat brave vibration each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!
In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart. 
Love is maintain'd by wealth: when all is spent,Adversity then breeds the discontent.
Tis hard to find God, but to comprehendHim, as He is, is labour without end.
Love is a circle that doth restless moveIn the same sweet eternity of love.
No pains. No gains 
Tears are the noble language of the eye. 
He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale. 
Know when to speak - for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings. 
It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes. 
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun. 
Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting. 
Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old. 
O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine 
No, not JoveHimselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee. 
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment. 
Give house-room to the best; 'tis never knownVerture and pleasure both to dwell in one.
Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it. 
Fair daffodils, we weep to seeYou haste away so soon:
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attained his noon.
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play. 
Here we are all, by day; by night, we're hurledBy dreams, each one, into a several world.
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seenTo come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green
That age is best which is the firstWhen youth and blood are warmer.
When one is past, another care we have; Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. 
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire. 
You say to me-wards your affection's strong;Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Go to your banquet then, but use delightSo as to rise still with an appetite.
The readiness of doing doth expresse No other but the doer's willingnesse. 
Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute. 
In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me. 
Learn this of me, where'er thy lot doth fall,Short lot, or not, to be content with all.
Necessity makes dastards valiant men. 
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight. 
And as this round (ring) is nowhere found to flaw, or else to sever. So let our love as endless prove and pure as gold forever. 
Welcome, maids of honor, You doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her. 
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,The very eyes of me:
And hast command of every part
To live and die for thee.
Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee. 
In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep. 
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware. 
Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead. 
Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee. 
Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government. 
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end. 
Each must in virtue strive for to excel; That man lives twice that lives the first life well. 