Whosoever loves not picture is injurious to truth, and all the wisdom of poetry. Picture is the invention of heaven, the most ancient and most akin to nature. It is itself a silent work, and always one and the same habit.
True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.
To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.
Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
Poets are far rarer birds than kings.
Force works on servile natures, not the free.