Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.
Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.