| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Robert Greene |
| | | | By wit we search divine aspect above, |
| By wit we learn what secrets science yields, |
| By wit we speak, by wit the mind is rul’d, |
| By wit we govern all our actions; |
| Wit is the loadstar of each human thought, |
| Wit is the tool by which all things are wrought. |
| 1 |
| | For as one star another far exceeds, |
| So souls in heaven are placed by their deeds. |
| 2 |
| | Her locks are plighted like the fleece of wool |
| That Jason and his Grecian mates achiev’d, |
| As pure as gold, yet not from gold deriv’d; |
| As full of sweets as sweet of sweets is full. |
| 3 |
| | I know |
| My God commands, whose power no power resists. |
| 4 |
| | Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content; |
| The quiet mind is richer than a crown; |
| Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent; |
| The poor estate scorns fortune’s angry frown; |
| Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, |
| Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. |
| 5 |
| A mind content both crown and kingdom is. | 6 | | |
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