Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant the only harmless great thing.

I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.

God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice.