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.
Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.
You prove but too clearly that seeking to know Is too frequently learning to doubt.
Books should to one of these fours ends conduce, for wisdom, piety, delight, or use.
Uncertain ways unsafest are, and doubt a greater mischief than despair.
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.