Good men but see death, the wicked taste it.
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.
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.
The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome