Be free all worthy spirits, and stretch yourselves, for greatness and for height.
Ignorance is the mother of admiration.
As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.
Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
Pure innovation is more gross than error.
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t'have his sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.