Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, Ease after war, death after life does greatly please.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
And he that strives to touch the stars, Oft stumbles at a straw.