He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.

Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.

Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.

For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.

Shakespeare was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of the books to read nature; he looked inward, and found her there.