Who fears not to do ill fears the name, And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
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.
Uncertain ways unsafest are, and doubt a greater mischief than despair.
We are never like angels till our passion dies.
Whatsoever is worthy of their love is worth their anger.
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.