Who hath no faith to man, to God hath none.

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

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.

He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.

They're only truly great who are truly good.

Tis immortality to die aspiring.

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