Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.

From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge, His secrets, to be scanned by them who ought Rather admire. Or, if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes - perhaps to move His laughter at their quaint opinions wide Hereafter, when they come to model Heaven And calculate the stars: how they will wield The mighty frame: how build, unbuild, contrive To save appearances; how gird the Sphere With Centric and Eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and Epicycle, Orb in Orb.

For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.

By a certain fate, great acts, and great eloquence have most commonly gone hand in hand, equalling and honoring each other in the same ages.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.