Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!