Why shoulde I goe gadding and fisgigging after firking flantado Amphibologies, wit is wit, and good will is good will.

New herrings, new!? we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new titles of idiotism.

Immortal Spenser, no frailty hath thy fame but the imputation of this idiot’s friendship!

Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore: So fair a summer look for never more. All good things vanish, less than in a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay. Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year; The earth is hell when thou leav’st to appear.

Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen’s eye.

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year’s pleasant king.

A traveller must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing.

The Sun shineth as well on the good as the bad: God from on high beholdeth all the workers of iniquity, as well as the upright of heart.

New herrings, new!' we must cry, every time we make ourselves public, or else we shall be christened with a hundred new titles of idiotism.

Poetry is the honey of all flowers, the quintessence of all sciences, the marrow of wit, and the very phrase of angels.