When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
Shakespeare was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of the books to read nature; he looked inward, and found her there.
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
Pity melts the mind to love.
Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.