All empire is no more than power in trust.

Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.

Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.

Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.

Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.

Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.