Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns