Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know.
Whatsoever is worthy of their love is worth their anger.
Books should to one of these fours ends conduce, for wisdom, piety, delight, or use.
Nor ought a genius less than his that writ attempt translation.
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.