Affliction teacheth a wicked person sometime to pray; prosperity never.

A good poet's made as well as born.

Now we are all fallen, youth from their fear, And age from that which bred it, good example.

There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.

It is the highest of earthly honors to be descended from the great and good. They alone cry out against a noble ancestry who have none of their own.

I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.

Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.