"What boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?"

"He who hath light within his own clear breast May sit i'th' center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeo…"

"Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy!"

"Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence."

"Yet more there be, who doubt him or deride, And think, that all this world was made for show."