There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
Heaven's harmony is universal love.
Great offices will have great talents.