Edmund Waller

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.

They said I couldn't play anything but an English boy. I knew I could. So I went to New York.

I've always been very determined, ever since I was a little girl, to make my way.

There seems to be more abiding interest in unearthing old memos abroad than there is here.