William Habington Quotes

As yourselves your empires fall, and every kingdom hath a grave.

No distinction is 'tween man and man,
But as his virtues add to him a glory
Or vices cloud him.

My soule her wings doth spread
And heaven-ward flies,
Th' Almighty's Mysteries to read
In the large volumes of the skies.

He who is good is happy.

Time! where didst thou those years inter Which I have seene decease?

The stars, bright sentinels of the skies.