Who to himself is law no law doth need; offends none and is king indeed.
Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.
Who hath no faith to man, to God hath none.
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.
Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.
And let a scholar all earth's volumes carry, he will be but a walking dictionary: a mere articulate clock.