Books should to one of these fours ends conduce, for wisdom, piety, delight, or use.

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.

Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but such as cannot write, translate.

It is no exaggeration to say that Israeli policy in the occupied territories is not simply a matter of foreign policy - it is a matter for British domestic security policy too.

When any great design thou dost intend, Think on the means, the manner, and the end.

We are never like angels till our passion dies.

Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold; His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore, Search not his bottom, but survey his shore.