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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Sir Henry Wotton

  • How happy is he born or taught,
  • That serveth not another’s will;
  • Whose armor is his honest thought
  • And simple truth his utmost skill!
  • Lord of himself, though not of lands;
  • And having nothing, yet hath all.
  • You meaner beauties of the night,
  • That poorly satisfy our eyes
  • More by your number than your light;
  • You common people of the skies,—
  • What are you when the moon shall rise?
  • An itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.

    I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men’s stuff.

    Idle time not idly spent.

    Now all nature seemed in love, and birds had drawn their valentines.