Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?

Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.

Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.

All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.

Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.

All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!

Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.