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.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name, And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
Uncertain ways unsafest are, and doubt a greater mischief than despair.
Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.
Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know.
Search not to find things too deeply hid; Nor try to know things whose knowledge is forbid.