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.

Love either finds equality or makes it.

They say everything in the world is good for something.

Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.

He wants worth who dares not praise a foe.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.