- The greatest works of admiration,
And all the fair examples of renown.
Out of distress and misery are grown.
- Earl of Southampton.
- I that have loved thee thus before thou fadest,
My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning.
The world shall find this miracle in me,
That fire can burn when all the matter's spent.
- Delia (1592), Sonnet XXXIII.
- Care-Charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,
Relieve my languish, and restore the light;
With dark forgetting of my care return.
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth
- Delia (1592), Sonnet XLV.
- As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out thorough, and his frailty find. 1
- History of the Civil War (1595), Book iv, Stanza 84, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: "The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made", Edmund Waller, Verses upon his Divine Poesy.
- Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.
- Musophilus (1599), Stanza 57, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
- And for the few that only lend their ear,
That few is all the world.
- Musophilus (1599), Stanza 97, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
- This is the thing that I was born to do.
- Musophilus (1599), Stanza 100, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
- And who (in time) knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent
T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in the yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?
- Musophilus (1599), Stanza 163, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: "Westward the course of empire takes its way", George Berkeley, On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.
- He that of such a height hath built his mind,
And rear'd the dwelling of his thoughts so strong,
As neither fear nor hope can shake the frame
Of his resolved powers; nor all the wind
Of vanity or malice pierce to wrong
His settled peace, or to disturb the same;
What a fair seat hath he, from whence he may
The boundless wastes and wilds of man survey?
And with how free an eye doth he look down
Upon these lower regions of turmoil?
Where all the storms of passions mainly beat
On flesh and blood: where honour, power, renown,
Are only gay afflictions, golden toil;
Where greatness stands upon as feeble feet,
As frailty doth; and only great doth seem
To little minds, who do it so esteem.
- To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 1
- Unless above himself he can
Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!
- To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).