She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.
Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.
Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.