Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.

The stars that have most glory have no rest.

Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.