For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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.
Men are but children of a larger growth.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.