Nor ought a genius less than his that writ attempt translation.
Search not to find things too deeply hid; Nor try to know things whose knowledge is forbid.
We are never like angels till our passion dies.
Poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate.
Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.
Tis the most certain sign, the world's accurst That the best things corrupted, are the worst; 'Twas the corrupted Light of knowledge, hurl'd Sin, Death, and Ignorance o'er all the world; That Sun like this (from which our sight we have) Gaz'd on too long, resumes the light he gave.