He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.

The best is yet to come.

Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

If he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betrayed with trees And bears with glasses, elephants with holes, Lions with toils, and men with flatterers

True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.