Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.

Not to ask is not be denied.

They that possess the prince possess the laws.

The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream!

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