Though you be absent here, I needs must say
The trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay,
As ever they were wont to be."

"Well then; I now do plainly see,
This busy world and I shall ne'er agree."

"Thou needst not make new songs, but say the old."

"The world's a scene of changes, and to be
Constant, in Nature were inconstancy."

"This only grant me, that my means may lie
Too low for envy, for contempt too high."