Love is Natures second sun.

Pure innovation is more gross than error.

And let a scholar all earth's volumes carry, he will be but a walking dictionary: a mere articulate clock.

Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee. Light gains make heavy purses. 'Tis good to be merry and wise.

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

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

Tis immortality to die aspiring.