Mere poets are sottish as mere drunkards are, who live in a continual mist, without seeing or judging anything clearly. A man should be learned in several sciences, and should have a reasonable, philosophical and in some measure a mathematical head, to be a complete and excellent poet.
Pity melts the mind to love.
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.
Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.