And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.

Tell troth and shame the devil.

Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.

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.

Very few men are wise by their own council, or learned by their own teaching. For he that was only taught by himself, had a fool for a master.

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow; Best, while you have it, use your breath; There is no drinking after death.

O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!