Uncertain ways unsafest are, and doubt a greater mischief than despair.
Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but such as cannot write, translate.
Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.
Books should to one of these fours ends conduce, for wisdom, piety, delight, or use.
We are never like angels till our passion dies.
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.