Farewell! God Knows When We Shall Meet

Why, All Delights Are Vain, But That Most Vain Which, With Pain Purchased, Doth Inherit Pain: As, Painfully To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth, Which Truth The While Doth Falsely Blind The Eyesight Of His Look.

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold.

What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?