An anthology is like all the plums and orange peel picked out of a cake.

I shall never be persuaded that God hath shut up all light of learning within the lantern of Aristotle's brain.

A wandering minstrel I A thing of shreds and patches Of ballads, songs and snatches And dreamy lullaby!

Who so desireth to know what will be hereafter, let him think of what is past, for the world hath ever been in a circular revolution; whatsoever is now, was heretofore; and things past or present, are no other than such as shall be again: Redit orbis in orbem.

Our shipping and sea service is our best and safest defence as being the only fortification and rampart of England.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

It is plain there is not in nature a point of stability to be found; everything either ascends or declines; when wars are ended abroad, sedition begins at home; and when men are freed from fighting for necessity, they quarrel through ambition.