William Browne Quotes

There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.

The king to Oxford sent a troop of horse, For Tories own no argument but force; With equal care, to Cambridge books he sent, For Whigs allow no force but argument.

If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies.

Oft the cloud that wraps the present hour serves but to brighten all our future days.

Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.