He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.
But love's a malady without a cure.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.