Born in 1562 / Died in 1620 / United Kingdom / English
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
The stars that have most glory have no rest.
The wise are above books.
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.
Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.
Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.
And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.
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