To men pressed by their wants all change is ever welcome.
If men will impartially, and not asquint, look toward the offices and function of a poet, they will easily conclude to themselves the impossibility of any man's being a good poet without first being a good man.
Let argument bear no unmusical sound.
All discourses but my own afflict me; they seem harsh, impertinent, and irksome
Love that is ignorant and hatred have almost the same ends.
I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never plotted out a line. My answer hath been, would he had blotted a thousand.