Long open panegyric drags at best, And praise is only praise when well address'd.

- Phineas Fletcher

Who bathes in worldly joys, swims in a world of fears.

- Phineas Fletcher

Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter.

- Phineas Fletcher

The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hea…

- Phineas Fletcher

Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet Which brought from heaven the news and prince of peace. Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to en…

- Phineas Fletcher

Love's tongue is in the eyes.

- Phineas Fletcher

Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.

- Phineas Fletcher