John Cleveland Quotes

He that to ancient wreaths can bring no more
From his own worth, dies bankrupt on the score.

Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom;
Not made him wander, but continued him home.

Like an ambassador that beds a queen
With the nice caution of a sword between.

The marigold, whose courtier's face
Echoes the sun, and doth unlace
Her at his rise, at his full stop
Packs and shuts up her gaudy shop.