Fair words never hurt the tongue.
Archers ever Have two strings to bow; and shall great Cupid (Archer of archers both in men and women), Be worse provided than a common archer?
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.
Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.
Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.