Each natural agent works but to this end,- To render that it works on like itself.

As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.

Fate's such a shrewish thing.

Perfect happiness, by princes sought, Is not with birth born, nor exchequers bought.

Be free all worthy spirits, and stretch yourselves, for greatness and for height.

Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.

Words writ in waters.