The man who first abused his fellows with swear-words instead of bashing their brains out with a club should be counted among those who laid the foundations of civilization.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name, And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
Whatsoever is worthy of their love is worth their anger.
Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but such as cannot write, translate.
Books should to one of these fours ends conduce, for wisdom, piety, delight, or use.
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.