Nor ought a genius less than his that writ attempt translation.

Who fears not to do ill fears the name, And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.

Poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate.

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.

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.

Whatsoever is worthy of their love is worth their anger.