Affect not little shifts and subterfuges to avoid the force of an argument.
Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.
Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?
No science is speedily learned by the noblest genius without tuition.
As a man may be eating all day, and for want of digestion is never nourished, so these endless readers may cram themselves in vain with intellectual food.