Whatsoever is worthy of their love is worth their anger.
When any great design thou dost intend, Think on the means, the manner, and the end.
Sure there are poets which did never dream Upon Parnassus, nor did taste the stream Of Helicon; we therefore may suppose Those made not poets, but the poets those.
You prove but too clearly that seeking to know Is too frequently learning to doubt.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name, And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
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.