He was not of an age, but for all time!
Truth is man's proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.
As it is a great point of art, when our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it in and contract it is of no less praise when the argument doth ask it.
The burnt child dreads the fire.
Let argument bear no unmusical sound.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.