Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were

That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity.

Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.

As soon as there was two there was pride.

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.