The Summer hath his joys,
And Winter his delights.
Though Love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights."

"Good thoughts his only friends,
His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn
And quiet pilgrimage."

"There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies grow;
A heav'nly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.
There cherries grow, which none may buy
Till 'Cherry ripe' themselves do cry."

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.

"The man of life upright,
Whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds
Or thought of vanity."