Poetry is of so subtle a spirit, that in the pouring out of one language into another it will evaporate.

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

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.

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.

You prove but too clearly that seeking to know Is too frequently learning to doubt.

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.

Search not to find things too deeply hid; Nor try to know things whose knowledge is forbid.