At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

With men all is impossible; but with God all things are possible.

With men all is impossible; but with God all things are possible.

A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets
journeys on in safety.

A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets
journeys on in safety.

The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

The end crowns all,
And that old common arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.

Every man can master a grief but he that has it.

Every man can master a grief but he that has it.

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more

But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.

To a great night, a great Lanthorne.

To a great night, a great Lanthorne.

Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so
will pains.

Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so
will pains.

Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.

Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.