Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.

Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.

True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.

Age and want sit smiling at the gate.

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.