Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.

Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.

Poetry is a kind of ingenious nonsense (Spence, Anecdotes)

Whence it is somewhat strange that any men from so mean and silly a practice should expect commendation, or that any should afford regard thereto; the which it is so far from meriting, that indeed contempt and abhorrence are due to it.

No man speaketh, or should speak, of his prince, that which he hath not weighed whether it will consist with that veneration which should be preserved inviolate to him.

Facetiousness is allowable when it is the most proper instrument of exposing things apparently base and vile to due contempt.